mirror of freedom
The girl is looking in the mirror,
and what she sees is happiness.
She sees a world where she can be herself.
She wants that.
Cause when she looks to herself right know
she's crying and bleeding.
Blood is pooring on her arm,
but she don't feels it.
Then she takes a decision,
an walk right into the mirror.
and what she sees is happiness.
She sees a world where she can be herself.
She wants that.
Cause when she looks to herself right know
she's crying and bleeding.
Blood is pooring on her arm,
but she don't feels it.
Then she takes a decision,
an walk right into the mirror.
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Augustijntje: | Donderdag, december 01, 2005 13:54 |
| heel mooi geschreven! x! |
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| Living.A.Life: | Woensdag, november 30, 2005 12:30 |
| Want that mirror to .. Mooi geschreve trouwens ! x |
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| *Emms*: | Woensdag, november 30, 2005 10:50 |
| mooi gedicht.. | |
