6 maart 2005
When will you be able
to express what you really feel?
When will you be able
to say: I'm so sorry?
When will you be able
to say that you didn't want to hurt me?
When will you be able
to look straight into my eyes
and say: What can We do to reduce Our pain?
I'd wish that you would be nice again
That you would be capable to show me your smile
The smile that appeared when you saw me
Your beautiful rare smile
Your honest nice side
It's so so so long time ago
I....
Never mind
to express what you really feel?
When will you be able
to say: I'm so sorry?
When will you be able
to say that you didn't want to hurt me?
When will you be able
to look straight into my eyes
and say: What can We do to reduce Our pain?
I'd wish that you would be nice again
That you would be capable to show me your smile
The smile that appeared when you saw me
Your beautiful rare smile
Your honest nice side
It's so so so long time ago
I....
Never mind
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Whismermill: | Woensdag, maart 23, 2011 16:55 |
| Je haat me. Goed. Dan zijn we met 2. Want ik haat mezelf ook, of toch de persoon die ik was 4 jaar geleden. Geloof je dat iemand kan veranderen? Het spijt me oprecht-dat had ik je willen zeggen vandaag-voor alles wat ik je heb aangedaan. Ik hoop dat je het me ooit kunt vergeven. Vaarwel Heentje | |
| jasmienschrijft: | Dinsdag, maart 06, 2007 20:57 |
| Zucht, mooi geschreven... en droevig tegelijk. Groetjes, jasmien |
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| ~*Meflouwtje*~: | Dinsdag, maart 06, 2007 20:27 |
| *Stilte.. |
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| Auteur: HeentjeK | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Sheena | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 06 maart 2007 | ||
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