Way out
You say you're fine,
but girl I'm not blind.
I see you searching,
for the way you can't find.
I see you at the cross point,
thinking which way you have to take.
You're looking back to me with a smile,
but how do I know that smile is no fake?
You say I don't have to worry,
'cause it's not my fault.
But I'll worry as long as I'm not sure,
you won't take the easiest way;
the way out.
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Marloesjuh: | Zaterdag, april 28, 2007 21:56 |
| mooi, egt heel mooi, je zou me moete lere hoe je zo mooi dicht ^-^ | |
| FireFly: | Vrijdag, oktober 21, 2005 13:21 |
| I won't :) |
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| Auteur: KillingAngel |  
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| Gecontroleerd door: maneschijn | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 21 oktober 2005 | ||
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