I wish I had what you've got
I watch through the window
and count the leaves from the tree
the leaves are brown and falling off
that's the thing I focus to see
I look down at the carpet
and count the fluffes on the ground
I see the differences in colour
and act like I hear no sound
but then I get distracted
and look up eventhough I'd better not
I focuss on what I was trying to forget
That I wish I had what you've got...
and count the leaves from the tree
the leaves are brown and falling off
that's the thing I focus to see
I look down at the carpet
and count the fluffes on the ground
I see the differences in colour
and act like I hear no sound
but then I get distracted
and look up eventhough I'd better not
I focuss on what I was trying to forget
That I wish I had what you've got...
Reacties op dit gedicht
| _Norash_Aching_: | Dinsdag, mei 16, 2006 08:23 |
| Netjes..maar dat je jezelf bent, is het mooiste dat je kan hebben. XxX My Own Aching XxX |
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| Auteur: eilasor | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Sheena | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 14 mei 2006 | ||
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