Bedtime story
Sitting by her bed as she slept
He held her hand and whispered goodnight
She could not hear him, sleeping too tight
She symbolised darkness and he was her light
Watching over her, her guardian, her knight
Unable to tell her what he truly feels
For in his heart, there's struggle, there's fight
Fighting what's holding him down with all his might
By the thought of telling her he sinks into fright
Little does he know
Those words are all she wants to hear
She wants to take his hand and together disappear
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Reacties op dit gedicht
| Jotara Ephedra: | Dinsdag, augustus 29, 2006 21:38 |
| Oooooh..... *weet even niet wat zeggen* mooi!!!! dikke kus, jonike |
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| MayadeBij*: | Zondag, juni 18, 2006 16:16 |
| Maar ik ben nog niet moe, kun je wat thee en koekjes halen, met een paar ijsblokjes, wat tijdschriften, en doe er meteen een paar stukjes handgesneden vers fruit bij :) hahaha. Enfant terrible?? neeeèèè hoor.. | |
| MayadeBij*: | Zondag, juni 18, 2006 16:13 |
| Lekkerrrrrr! Wat zeg ik?? Heerlijk!! Kus. | |
Over dit gedicht
| Auteur: Silmarwen Surion | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Innerchild | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 18 juni 2006 | ||
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