hollow
Pretty face but hollow words
that disappear like flying birds
hiding behind class and style
when someone looks, a crystal smile
but behind the smile an empty mind
no ideals left to find
while you don't have ideas at all
you always catch the rolling ball
it's a pity, such a shame
that someone like you just wins the game
that disappear like flying birds
hiding behind class and style
when someone looks, a crystal smile
but behind the smile an empty mind
no ideals left to find
while you don't have ideas at all
you always catch the rolling ball
it's a pity, such a shame
that someone like you just wins the game
Reacties op dit gedicht
| mini: | Vrijdag, augustus 31, 2001 16:34 |
| Het is inderdaad niet eerlijk dat zo iemand steeds wint. Het zou niet mogen, zoals zo veel andere dingen in het leven... Mooi gedicht! |
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| Sheena: | Dinsdag, augustus 28, 2001 13:49 |
| Is the mind, just empty, or hiding, a secret of sorrow ? Protected by a shield of crystal smiles ........ take care, Sheen |
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| Auteur: Steven Vermeulen | 
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| Gepubliceerd op: 28 augustus 2001 | ||
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