Natascha...
. . .
Natascha
. . .
(After a happened something in April 2002)
Was it a joke or was it for real?
Why does she never call me back?
What was the deal??
Her sweet voice sounded with reality
But she never called me back
But I felt strange that night
because my mind saw black
I'm mad about that
I can only write things down like this
But still I want to know . . .
Know who she is
. . .
Natascha
. . .
But I can remember her sweet voice
plus her name
But maybe it wasn’t for real
and only a little game
How does she looks like?
But I guess I’ll never come to know
I asked my soul
but there felt silence
Because my mind was very low
She’s only a mysteriously girl for me
Because I remember a few things she said
Things from the strange conversation on the phone
The strange conversation we had
Natascha . . .
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Roo$je: | Dinsdag, januari 09, 2007 18:38 |
| Mooi, graag gelezen! Wie is er niet bang voor het leven, het is ook moeilijk voor mij! Weet dat je niet alleen bent, nooit... Liefs, Kus |
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| Roland Hainje: | Dinsdag, januari 09, 2007 15:18 |
| mooi gedicht,manjula! *ergens, is het toch ook wel fijn te fantaseren; hoe zal zij ècht zijn? graag gelezen, Ro |
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| Auteur: Manjula | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Innerchild | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 09 januari 2007 | ||
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