white pages
so she drove me to the point where o couldnt see the truth.
and if i could would i be able to handle it.
so many sleepless nights have let to this.
all my promisses, white pages filled with innocence.
in darkness you have enthomed happyness.
and untill my last breath i will Struggle to release.
to make clouds desapear that bring days in grief.
maybe, just maybe she could change,
with just a sparkle of a smile.
how lovely this is.
still having moments to dream of such wishes.
and if i could would i be able to handle it.
so many sleepless nights have let to this.
all my promisses, white pages filled with innocence.
in darkness you have enthomed happyness.
and untill my last breath i will Struggle to release.
to make clouds desapear that bring days in grief.
maybe, just maybe she could change,
with just a sparkle of a smile.
how lovely this is.
still having moments to dream of such wishes.
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| loveletters: | Vrijdag, maart 02, 2007 13:25 |
| owke hier spreekt de schrijven...schrijf fout ondekt net na het opgeven van gedicht desapear = disappear |
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| Gecontroleerd door: Sheena | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 02 maart 2007 | ||
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