more then yesterday
Party bra’s
and liquid skirts
It started out with a kiss
leaked out in a bed
now my heart is sick
A damaged locket
in the shape of a heart
Splinters are floating
and my lips are torn apart
My watergun loaded
and my mascara beside
Let’s play between life and death
with a little run and Hide
I’m sorry,, for al messes
but my heart is lashed so tight
The music starts to swallow
all the tears I paid
And my pink splathered wine
bubbled a minute to late
I’m tingling the tambourine
my moves may seem obscene
but nothing could be set in scene
when your fingers play the String machine
You rock my Bra off
and stole my smile
in the electric way of the word
you hurt me,, more then Yesterday
Reacties op dit gedicht
| L.C.: | Zaterdag, juni 25, 2005 13:27 |
| hey, echt heel mooi gedaan, hoor!!! kusjes L.C. |
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| -Rosa-: | Zondag, juni 19, 2005 14:54 |
| Wow. Kunnen er nog een paar heel-heel-mooi's bij? |
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| Teared Out: | Zaterdag, juni 18, 2005 15:07 |
| *sprakeloos* Knuffel? |
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| fainthearted: | Zaterdag, juni 18, 2005 09:08 |
| geweldig mooi ^_^ liefs, |
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Over dit gedicht
| Auteur: FrogCess | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Sheena | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 17 juni 2005 | ||
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