Kim
The sky, the place for you and I, the place where you end up when you die.
The place where souls will forever last, the place where you can think of your past.
The only spot where your sins will be forgotten, the spot where no bodies smell rotten.
The envoirment of peace and love, you know of the place I am writing of.
I want to be there with a lovely girl, a woman that makes me spin, makes me twirl.
That girls name is Kim, she’s the perfect description of feminine.
She’s my inspiration in every way, she tells me what to write, what to say.
She will always be very special for me, although I know it’s a foolish thing I see.
The place where souls will forever last, the place where you can think of your past.
The only spot where your sins will be forgotten, the spot where no bodies smell rotten.
The envoirment of peace and love, you know of the place I am writing of.
I want to be there with a lovely girl, a woman that makes me spin, makes me twirl.
That girls name is Kim, she’s the perfect description of feminine.
She’s my inspiration in every way, she tells me what to write, what to say.
She will always be very special for me, although I know it’s a foolish thing I see.
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Fiskmas: | Donderdag, december 15, 2005 19:28 |
| nop mag nie , dit gedicht staat niet open voor kritiek. | |
| Panta Rhei: | Donderdag, december 15, 2005 18:41 |
| Ik vind 'smelle rotten' niet echt passen in een liefdesgedicht, als ik zo vrij mag zijn. Liefs, |
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| Auteur: Fiskmas | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: benji | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 15 december 2005 | ||
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