Forgotten.
Forgotten.
Forgotten are
my tears, my pain
and all of my fears.
my tears, my pain
and all of my fears.
Forgotten are
my stories, my prayers
to you.
my stories, my prayers
to you.
Forgotten,
all the things happend here
and now,
don't know what to do.
all the things happend here
and now,
don't know what to do.
History is
forgotten,
the future is the
only thing you care.
forgotten,
the future is the
only thing you care.
Reacties op dit gedicht
| *pieces*: | Vrijdag, september 22, 2006 20:46 |
| heel Lieverd, mooi dat jij het kon vergeten, ga zo door hou van je(L) |
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Over dit gedicht
| Auteur: Rode Roos | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 21 september 2006 | ||
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