Open your eyes
He doesn’t see me like I want him to
I wonder whether he even cares,
or thinks about me in that way
I hardly know him,
haven’t talked to him that often,
but in a strange way,
he makes me feel alive
It’s more than having fun,
it’s being me
that feels so great
I don’t think he sees me like I want him to.
Please, open your eyes!
I wonder whether he even cares,
or thinks about me in that way
I hardly know him,
haven’t talked to him that often,
but in a strange way,
he makes me feel alive
It’s more than having fun,
it’s being me
that feels so great
I don’t think he sees me like I want him to.
Please, open your eyes!
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Teddyje8: | Vrijdag, maart 31, 2006 10:59 |
| Je hebt het heel mooi verwoord! Ik ken het ook. Vertel het hem! Groetjes |
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| dishesqueen: | Vrijdag, maart 31, 2006 10:28 |
| I hope he reads this!! | |
Over dit gedicht
| Auteur: Medea | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 31 maart 2006 | ||
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