Proud?
Because I took your hand
Proud of who you were
Somebody so strong
so new
you
Because I was there to get
messages short and
Thinking about things
maybe Í had said
too
Because I was there to be called
I'd talk, to you all night long
Convincing you, yóu hadn't
done anything
wrong
Because I was there to say
Words you did not know
When it got out of
your control
somehow
Yet I get to have
the blame
Are you proud now?
Reacties op dit gedicht
| nono ham: | Vrijdag, december 15, 2006 14:42 |
| super mooi (A) xx |
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| Zaagsken: | Woensdag, december 13, 2006 12:13 |
| heel mooi | |
| M@rcel: | Zaterdag, december 09, 2006 16:38 |
| heel mooi ironisch geschreven Liefs M@rcel |
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| __xMegan: | Zaterdag, december 09, 2006 13:57 |
| oh mijn gód jij was er al en je bent er nog steeds en dit is zo''n supergedicht FOK <3 :* :* :* :* |
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| jediknight: | Zaterdag, december 09, 2006 13:39 |
| I dont blame you. |
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| lolo: | Zaterdag, december 09, 2006 13:28 |
| *messages short and dead | |
Over dit gedicht
| Auteur: annoela | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: michris | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 09 december 2006 | ||
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