LR: Burned on black pavement
The London walks
Superb to tube and bus
The key to the most wanted
Would like you to come with me
But I guess you didn’t wanted to see
My view in life, didn’t need it anymore
You were tired of my thoughts and feelings
Feeding yourself on another living soul
No firewall holding you from war
Trying to figure this flight out
Leave this fake bird behind
Go on, stop hesitating
Fly far away!
09/05/2006
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Augustijntje: | Woensdag, mei 10, 2006 19:02 |
| I feel anger when reading this one.. very well-written! x! (wish I were in London) |
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| Dylirium: | Woensdag, mei 10, 2006 10:33 |
| Mooi heel mooi | |
| Green eyes: | Woensdag, mei 10, 2006 01:00 |
| Voor zover ik het versta... mooi! Liefs, |
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| m@rcel: | Dinsdag, mei 09, 2006 23:43 |
| heel,heel mooi Liefs m@rcel |
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Over dit gedicht
| Auteur: Kimrc | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Innerchild | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 09 mei 2006 | ||
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