why
why don't you tell me
everything that's on your mind
if you really love me
why don't you show
if you really love me
why didn't you told me so
how could you
say this love is true
if you don't really want it
'cause the only one I want is you
how would you react
when I'd say i wanna break up
I think you should call some friends
to get a drink at the english pub
why don't you ever show me
some of your emotion
why can't you just be
the boy I want you to be
when you go on like this
I think I'm gonna hate you
But when I say I love you
You always say I love you too
why can't you just show me
some of your emotions
why can't you just be
the boy you used to be...
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Gert: | Vrijdag, maart 16, 2007 12:37 |
| Tja, waarom... Mooi verwoord. Groet, Gert |
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| MayadeBij*: | Vrijdag, maart 16, 2007 12:19 |
| Ik ben vervloekt met empathie.. (gedachten horen enzo) dat staat de communicatie behoorlijk in de weg ;) nee je hoeft niets te zeggen (ik weet het al! zucht..) kus. | |
Over dit gedicht
| Auteur: Marieke W. | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Sheena | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 16 maart 2007 | ||
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