Staring..
*oud gedicht, vond het in mn schooltas*
I'm staring at the flamb,
your hand is on my knee.
In silence you're trying,
to know what I think.
The dark around us,
makes me feel safe.
The little light in the middle,
let me feel love.
Your eyes are following mine,
searching for what I see.
Now you are staring too,
to that little flamb,
and together,
we can feel the heat.
*The heat has left.. the flamb has been extinguished..*
I'm staring at the flamb,
your hand is on my knee.
In silence you're trying,
to know what I think.
The dark around us,
makes me feel safe.
The little light in the middle,
let me feel love.
Your eyes are following mine,
searching for what I see.
Now you are staring too,
to that little flamb,
and together,
we can feel the heat.
*The heat has left.. the flamb has been extinguished..*
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Stefan Winkel: | Donderdag, augustus 25, 2005 20:27 |
| Let's dance, and let the heat warm your heart. Je reactie deed me glimlachen, dankjewel =) Liefs, Stefan |
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| FireFly: | Donderdag, augustus 25, 2005 17:47 |
| Jaaa open up die schoolbag ;) Kus |
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| The unreachable: | Donderdag, augustus 25, 2005 14:44 |
| En? Zitten er nog meer gedichten in je schooltas? Laat maar komen dan, want het is geen slecht gedicht ;-) Waar een schooltas allemaal niet goed voor kan zijn, nietwaar? :-p | |
Over dit gedicht
| Auteur: KillingAngel |  
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| Gecontroleerd door: kitty23 | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 25 augustus 2005 | ||
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