fooling me
- fooling me -
There was a time when I used to watch
at the many stars while I was setting
my wishes free into the night, praying
them to come true.
Suddenly I stopped, it was just foolish.
I still had my dreams and still had some
hope, but I didn’t dare to want something
for nothing.
I wasn’t some kind of fool.
Now my patience is giving me my wanted
everything.
Or am I being fooled by luck..?
Reacties op dit gedicht
| KozMOCie: | Donderdag, augustus 24, 2006 19:27 |
| the only one who can know that is your, I think, and the time you can give ya-self.. haha eum but who am I? nice words you ''ve put down. |
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| Auteur: Disgusting Beauty | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Innerchild | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 24 augustus 2006 | ||
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