Painter
My eyes see gray
And I pay the price
For all the issues
My body cries itself to sleep
I am like klay
Crying to be soft
Else I can't take it
And turn to stone
Leave me rest in peace
In your soft arms
My pity runs when I'm there
Across your chest
My own world painter
Only you can make me smile
It's kinda sad
But I will be better
And I pay the price
For all the issues
My body cries itself to sleep
I am like klay
Crying to be soft
Else I can't take it
And turn to stone
Leave me rest in peace
In your soft arms
My pity runs when I'm there
Across your chest
My own world painter
Only you can make me smile
It's kinda sad
But I will be better
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Flurrrs: | Donderdag, mei 07, 2009 19:15 |
| Wow.. vooral het 2e en het laatste stukje vind ik heel mooi!! | |
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| Auteur: Kasper | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: michris | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 19 december 2006 | ||
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