Time
Time,
Is all she needs.
Time,
Is all he hates.
She knows he'll wait.
But he's lost his faith.
Thinking she was the one
Here she walks undone.
With a heart that bleeds
*to you.
Reacties op dit gedicht
| MizzTeaQ: | Woensdag, april 05, 2006 14:25 |
| Nice , feeling the hurt of awaiting... With love , |
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| Augustijntje: | Woensdag, maart 29, 2006 19:51 |
| beautifully written x! |
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| Auteur: Absent Minded | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Innerchild | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 29 maart 2006 | ||
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