Strange words..
I never knew that the words
Coming from the lips of an angel
Could sting like a bee
And yet comfort me
Though the pain I feel
I listen to how each word
Together makes a sentence
Without making sense
I don’t understand why,
Why you’re saying this
These words are hurting
Still they’re comforting
You tell me sad but calm
That you can’t go on
Yet everything you say
Comforts me in a strange way
It’s like the words you say
Are loving, caring words
Thats what they’re supposed to be
Telling that you love me..
Coming from the lips of an angel
Could sting like a bee
And yet comfort me
Though the pain I feel
I listen to how each word
Together makes a sentence
Without making sense
I don’t understand why,
Why you’re saying this
These words are hurting
Still they’re comforting
You tell me sad but calm
That you can’t go on
Yet everything you say
Comforts me in a strange way
It’s like the words you say
Are loving, caring words
Thats what they’re supposed to be
Telling that you love me..
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| Auteur: krowk | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: benji | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 09 november 2006 | ||
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