Fear
Fear
With the ugly monday morning blues.
And a lonely heart that’s aching.
and still pounds infected blood.
Full with love that's a kiss away.
With a book of stories in my pocket.
No reason to publish.
With words full of murder.
That's a shout away.
And love in my intensions.
Got freedom in my head.
In a car that's driving
90 miles down a dead end street.
Got still myself to handle.
With a pair of dusty wings.
Got madness in my eye.
Got music in my ears.
Got a garden in me.
that’s growing,
in fear.
J.S. 9/30/2005 2006
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| Dirk Hermans: | Donderdag, april 20, 2006 12:56 |
| mooi | |
| m@rcel: | Donderdag, april 20, 2006 12:56 |
| prachtig mooi weer geschreven Jurgen Liefs m@rcel |
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