It's to late
Take me to your heart
Forever you and me
Make me real
Darkness inside my head
It is too late
Red eyes of the crying
You can't change me
And I shiver
My heart is feeling froozen
The hell is open
Everything is froozen
Except of me
Eccept it
I'm froozen
Find the rest inside of you
My world is black
And coldness is around me
Your words torture me
And you can't change it anymore
The scars on my heart
You can't erase them
It's to late
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Augustijntje: | Donderdag, december 01, 2005 13:34 |
| heel mooi geschreven ..it's never to late ...hang in there x! |
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| mienke: | Woensdag, november 30, 2005 21:31 |
| erg mooi.. sterkte.. liefs mienke | |
Over dit gedicht
| Auteur: Fatal-Mind | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 30 november 2005 | ||
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