Black...
Life would be easier
When you never had entered my life
Walking along deserted streets
Starting to run... running faster and faster...
Try to run away...
And suddenly I stop...
Tears flow over my cheeks...
My heartbeat still running...
Feeling dizzy...
Everything become black...
The only thing I still feel are the raindrops on my skin...
When you never had entered my life
Walking along deserted streets
Starting to run... running faster and faster...
Try to run away...
And suddenly I stop...
Tears flow over my cheeks...
My heartbeat still running...
Feeling dizzy...
Everything become black...
The only thing I still feel are the raindrops on my skin...
Reacties op dit gedicht
| bloempjah: | Zondag, juni 05, 2005 11:02 |
| keeeiii moooii!! | |
| *~°Lexa°~* : | Zaterdag, juni 04, 2005 22:51 |
| Mooi verwoord... idd hebben we soms liever dat er mensen nooit in ons leven gekomen waren om de ellende daarna te voorkomen, maar door die personen die gana en komen...Bekomen wij de mensen die we zijn! Sterkte Greetz |
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| All I want to do is be more like me and be less like you: | Zaterdag, juni 04, 2005 22:26 |
| heel mooi! groetjes |
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| Auteur: °Lost Soul° | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: ~Marina~ | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 04 juni 2005 | ||
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