(LR)Tortures of love
Tortures of love.
Time is slowly passing by,
with every second born and died.
Seeking ways to find your heart,
to warm to capture, to treasure too hard.
Endless questions hidden thoughts,
answers forgotten, heartbeats withhold.
Candle light moments on a lonely day,
watching life finding an unknown way.
Caught in motion a frozen frame,
trust betrayed but ending the same.
You at the bus stop me in the rain,
Screaming silence…
…freedom restrained.
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| Auteur: Dylirium | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 19 december 2006 | ||
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