Hear me out.
Hear me out.
And the only thing I really
liked you to do,
is to listen to what I have to say,
the words I need to cry out loud.
The only thing I really asked you
The only thing I really asked you
to do for me,
is to hear me out and try
to face the fact I've changed.
Forever, this time.
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Roo$je: | Zondag, maart 18, 2007 17:41 |
| Mooi meisj! Liefs, Kus |
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| David Matser: | Woensdag, maart 14, 2007 19:48 |
Mooi geschreven. liefs, David |
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| Auteur: Rode Roos | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: benji | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 14 maart 2007 | ||
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