Freedom
Dreams could never be free
It’s because they never switch to that reality
I spit figurly the reality to life’s heart
Different feelings
But even for women to deep to feel
And deeper than a forever sleeping human being
Now with the ugliest engraved scars
I’m able to write my dreams down on paper yet
With quiet pains
and heart’s most silent wars
I’m able to make it
but still with that face so sad
Windwhisper: | Vrijdag, november 10, 2006 21:45 |
verdrietig, sorrie | |
Windwhisper: | Vrijdag, november 10, 2006 21:45 |
verdreitig mooi geschreven liefs |
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Auteur: Manjula | ||
Gecontroleerd door: Innerchild | ||
Gepubliceerd op: 10 november 2006 | ||
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