Locked
Locked
Deep inside a black room,
Is a memory hidden.
It’s hidden from the world,
Because if you don’t whisper,
It shatters in a thousand pieces.
This fragile memory,
Contains all what is left,
Of a little boy.
Who loved the world,
And all it had to offer.
That dark room,
Is my heart.
My memory is waiting,
To be unlocked or to be broken..
Deep inside a black room,
Is a memory hidden.
It’s hidden from the world,
Because if you don’t whisper,
It shatters in a thousand pieces.
This fragile memory,
Contains all what is left,
Of a little boy.
Who loved the world,
And all it had to offer.
That dark room,
Is my heart.
My memory is waiting,
To be unlocked or to be broken..
Reacties op dit gedicht
| [Fighter]: | Maandag, maart 13, 2006 13:00 |
| heel mooi.. Know the feeling.. XxxX |
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| *sola*: | Zaterdag, oktober 15, 2005 18:21 |
| beautiful, really, for you i could say: i wish you get unlocked, truly... | |
| irish: | Zaterdag, oktober 08, 2005 16:04 |
| *someday* |
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| irish: | Zaterdag, oktober 08, 2005 16:03 |
| nice, trust me i like it.. ;) hope it will be unlocked.. with love, |
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| Auteur: Darkened Heart | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: maria | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 08 oktober 2005 | ||
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