break the circle
Broken hearts
All around me
Dark skies
and my suicide image
Black roses do grow
On my grave
Can you see
this broken soul
reflected in my eyes
All the ghost
Of people I knew
Are wandering their lonely path
Can we break the circle
And start caring about each other
No don’t think we’re nothing at all
All around me
Dark skies
and my suicide image
Black roses do grow
On my grave
Can you see
this broken soul
reflected in my eyes
All the ghost
Of people I knew
Are wandering their lonely path
Can we break the circle
And start caring about each other
No don’t think we’re nothing at all
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Jessrose**: | Vrijdag, januari 19, 2007 11:27 |
| Haaj, mooi geschreven, door die laatste zin kijk ik wel meteen anders tegen het gedicht aan, wel positief hoor :P Kus Jessica | |
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| Auteur: sitara | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Anastacia | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 19 januari 2007 | ||
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