the end
caught up in a sorrow
that lasts in the sun
maybe tomorrow
I grab a gun
put it against my head
and take a shout
wish me dead
bleed my life out
goobye and love ya al my friends
this is how the story ends
that lasts in the sun
maybe tomorrow
I grab a gun
put it against my head
and take a shout
wish me dead
bleed my life out
goobye and love ya al my friends
this is how the story ends
Reacties op dit gedicht
| DarkLadyB: | Zaterdag, januari 07, 2006 15:37 |
| very beautiful,, just like my poems, same story, I'm with you girl! need a hand, just add me, lots of love DarkLadyB |
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| dishesqueen: | Donderdag, januari 05, 2006 16:00 |
| saddened by the thought alone...nice poem though | |
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| Gepubliceerd op: 05 januari 2006 | ||
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