losing my friend
Touching the mirror
touching my face
but looking out for my friend
is just a time of waste.
tears are flowing
where will she be?
my hands are shaking...
ana is dying inside of me.
Reacties op dit gedicht
| gwenje: | Woensdag, september 14, 2005 21:41 |
| prachtig !!! why don't you keep fighting? dikke knufs gwenje |
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| mamsiemomo: | Woensdag, september 14, 2005 19:52 |
| mooi verwoord...... sterkte! | |
| m@rcel: | Woensdag, september 14, 2005 19:31 |
| heel mooi Knuff/liefs m@rcel |
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Over dit gedicht
| Auteur: Nathalie | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: benji | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 14 september 2005 | ||
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