Miss misunderstood
The tears are too soft
to ease invisible pain
to health my pure love
it must somewhere rain
nobody knows who i am
even my friends don't know
they don't really understand
what rain means for a crow
it needs the attention
to be understood
but so long it's missing
i'm the fire of the wood
to ease invisible pain
to health my pure love
it must somewhere rain
nobody knows who i am
even my friends don't know
they don't really understand
what rain means for a crow
it needs the attention
to be understood
but so long it's missing
i'm the fire of the wood
Reacties op dit gedicht
| B.L.O.O.D: | Donderdag, november 02, 2006 00:07 |
| the end really beatifull... | |
| Lizywizysosakuhn: | Woensdag, november 01, 2006 10:18 |
| mooi verwoord | |
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| Auteur: nicletsjeh | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: michris | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 01 november 2006 | ||
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