time..
I see the sun shine through the window
Watch the time slip through my hands
I Wonder if this life is worth living
If there is maybe a chance
That every waking hour, is a dream blown straight to hell
What to do with the time that has been given
Should I cry or should I yell
For all the moments passed
And all the thoughts gone by
I could have loved you every second
Instead each day I die
Watch the time slip through my hands
I Wonder if this life is worth living
If there is maybe a chance
That every waking hour, is a dream blown straight to hell
What to do with the time that has been given
Should I cry or should I yell
For all the moments passed
And all the thoughts gone by
I could have loved you every second
Instead each day I die
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Fri..: | Vrijdag, januari 28, 2005 22:00 |
| terribly good ! prachtig engels Liefs, Frida |
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| *JoYce*: | Dinsdag, januari 25, 2005 21:30 |
| Weer zo'n prachtig gedicht.. Ik ben sprakeloos, bij al je gedichten trouwens.. Ik weet gewoon echt niet wat ik moet zeggen.. Kus, Joyce |
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| elirene: | Dinsdag, januari 25, 2005 20:54 |
| mooi geschreven! liefs, elirene | |
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 25 januari 2005 | ||
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