My angel
It feels like I'm turning crazy
When I'm not around you
You always knew how to find me
When I feld cold
Your touch is from an angel
That came down from heaven to help me
The lips from the angel I have kissed
And it tasted like sweet
But now your wings are broken
You aren't here anymore
To hold me when I'm cold
And save me from my own
Your touch is frozen
Your lips are cold
Heaven didn't saved you
And now hell is a place called home
When I'm not around you
You always knew how to find me
When I feld cold
Your touch is from an angel
That came down from heaven to help me
The lips from the angel I have kissed
And it tasted like sweet
But now your wings are broken
You aren't here anymore
To hold me when I'm cold
And save me from my own
Your touch is frozen
Your lips are cold
Heaven didn't saved you
And now hell is a place called home
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Maaike Klop: | Donderdag, maart 15, 2007 18:07 |
| té mooi. x | |
| Paraskevi: | Maandag, maart 12, 2007 18:17 |
| *stil* Mooi... liefs, Carline |
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| Gecontroleerd door: Anastacia | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 12 maart 2007 | ||
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