shards
With sorrow in my heart,
i turned and walked away.
I left a tiny shard,
of my heart, that day.
A shard, lost, never to return,
taken from my heart, by you.
Like a piece of paper you burn,
it's gone, nothing i can do.
This may sound weird, even hard,
but i speak the truth.
You took my heart,
And it feels good...
i turned and walked away.
I left a tiny shard,
of my heart, that day.
A shard, lost, never to return,
taken from my heart, by you.
Like a piece of paper you burn,
it's gone, nothing i can do.
This may sound weird, even hard,
but i speak the truth.
You took my heart,
And it feels good...
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Flipjuh: | Maandag, april 17, 2006 17:28 |
| Sorry hoor, maar ik vind dit niet zo mooi. het hele gedicht geeft je een gevoel van verdriet en lijkt zielig, tot het eind, dat je merkt dat t een liefdesgedicht is, beetje fout... | |
| Dirk Hermans: | Woensdag, april 05, 2006 14:53 |
| mooi | |
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| Auteur: Arlya | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Anastacia | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 05 april 2006 | ||
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