A place
there’s a place where I go to every night
I visit this place in my dreams
it’s a place covered with light
a place where nothing is what it seems
it’s a place where it’s cold outside
a place with an extraordinary alarm
out there everything is snow-white
but inside it’s nice and warm
this place exists for real too
other men want to get there as well, so it’s a race
this place is inside you
it’s your heart that’s this special place
it’s a competition for this dear
and this competition runs world wide
and I’m starting to freeze out here
so I ask myself, will I get inside
I visit this place in my dreams
it’s a place covered with light
a place where nothing is what it seems
it’s a place where it’s cold outside
a place with an extraordinary alarm
out there everything is snow-white
but inside it’s nice and warm
this place exists for real too
other men want to get there as well, so it’s a race
this place is inside you
it’s your heart that’s this special place
it’s a competition for this dear
and this competition runs world wide
and I’m starting to freeze out here
so I ask myself, will I get inside
Reacties op dit gedicht
| your illusion: | Zaterdag, september 02, 2006 11:41 |
| haha,, augustijntjj die zit wel,, mjhaa sgoon gedichtj trouwens!! ;):p:d x illusion X |
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| Augustijntje: | Vrijdag, september 01, 2006 14:07 |
| let''s hope you get in.. and that you succeed in doing it faster than the other guys.. though I can''t imagen that the girl likes to be an object of competition x! |
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Over dit gedicht
| Auteur: Tim R. | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Innerchild | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 01 september 2006 | ||
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