under my skin
under my skin
...don't call it love
when it has failed to surrender
don't call it a dream
when it's broken again
there has to be
some meaning within
this pain
that's under my skin
i try to cherish the worth full moments
breath the kiss
that's still in the air
how could it be so fragile,
so thin
burning under my skin
face that there's nothing left anymore
let it be, you easily say
but how can i possible loose to win...
when it's you
still under my skin...
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| irish: | Dinsdag, januari 25, 2005 09:09 |
| wauw.. can't find the right words to compliment this poem :S not very good with them so.. but it's real nice.. love, |
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| Auteur: "butterfly me" | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: benji | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 25 januari 2005 | ||
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