I don't give orders
Is a dream a lie
when you know it won’t come true
when all you hear all day is
”Take my orders!
And know, lick my shoe”
Is there a world out there
where no one gets picked last
’cause I’m tired of dreaming
the future becoming a past
It’s like a fever
and you’re
my only medicine.
But at the same time,
you’re poison.
My poison.
(tu ne penses qu’à toi)
Reacties op dit gedicht
| rosa.: | Zaterdag, oktober 08, 2005 15:46 |
| *and now | |
| Lost_Angel: | Maandag, juni 20, 2005 23:31 |
| Yes. There is. And hell, if I can see it, if I can get there, so can you. And I suggest you change to a medicine that does not act as a poison as well..(me, me, ME!) Et n'oubliez jamais: Je t'aime! |
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| Teared Out: | Maandag, juni 20, 2005 15:24 |
| If impossible is nothing, nothing is impossible, so then, why couldn't I be stupid? ^.^ Maar goh, dank je voor het compliment.. ;) | |
| FrogCess: | Zondag, juni 19, 2005 11:49 |
| YES,, ze bestaat. Droom je eigen dromen de waarheid in. Hoe moeilijk het ook is,, binnenin jezelf weet je hoe je alles wilt hebben. Probeer ernaar toe te gaan (: je bent zo sterk (: Je kan zoveel! *bewonderd je |
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| Teared Out: | Zondag, juni 19, 2005 09:33 |
| "They want to see your pain. And help you out. Really. If you'd just let them..." I know. But stupid, stupid me just pushes them away. And give them pain. How stupid can anyone be? Wel.. "’cause I’m tired of dreaming the future becoming a past " Prachtig! :) Liefs, |
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| Auteur: chaos | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: benji | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 18 juni 2005 | ||
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