the rush
I surrender my dear friend
My blood that goes threw my vain
Hart beat rises every minute
Feeling like a goddess on earth
I’m a real thrill seeker
Searching for the danger
Waiting for the challenge
A hazard that feeds the need
The need for satisfaction
That only you can for fill
The search has been ended
You’re the rush I got addictive to
Yes my dear friend,
This is the feeling I need
I surrender, I admitt
I’m an addict, for live...
Reacties op dit gedicht
| hades: | Woensdag, december 07, 2005 20:44 |
| De geur van je opium, De gedachte alleen al Brengt roes over mij Een zoete verslaving Zonder gelijke |
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| Augustijntje: | Zaterdag, december 03, 2005 11:03 |
| mooi geschreven! x! |
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| scientist: | Zaterdag, december 03, 2005 01:01 |
| To be an addict can be good... depending on the drug you need... X |
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Over dit gedicht
| Auteur: **Persephone** | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Sunflower | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 03 december 2005 | ||
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