One of a kind
One of a kind
The consequence of her tears
Her softly withering skin
The glow of her bloodshot eyes
Are nothing but a sin
She’s deceiving every truth
The displeasure of her life
Perhaps she’s crying it away
Or tries to erase it with a knife
She’s a misfit, she’s a whore
She’s not what they expected
Continuous she tries to hide
She’s used to be rejected
There’s no remedy to this disease
You can’t cure her mind
What you see is what you get
She’s just one of a kind
Reacties op dit gedicht
| CharlotteMan: | Vrijdag, mei 06, 2005 17:50 |
| goooo tamara!!!! :D | |
| Lijntje: | Dinsdag, mei 03, 2005 12:57 |
| weer heel mooi! :) | |
| *naomi*: | Maandag, mei 02, 2005 21:52 |
| yo tamman :) hijs vet ! maar ja dat had ik al gezegd. maar toch is hij vet! ik word gek van mezelf soms :p dus nu stop ik maar weer! | |
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| Auteur: -Tamara- | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Pieps | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 02 mei 2005 | ||
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