other half
other half
there's a girl always laughing
her beauty catches your sight
her eyes won't let go
what wouls she like?
full of love she doesn't get
filled with pain and regret
scarved by wounds they won't let.....
but still there she is
shing like the sun
head held up high
no tears
i wonder why
she's the mistery herself
does anyone know who she is?
well i see her every day
she's the other half
the other half of me
scarved by wounds
they won't let ........go
they'll always be shown
there's a girl always laughing
her beauty catches your sight
her eyes won't let go
what wouls she like?
full of love she doesn't get
filled with pain and regret
scarved by wounds they won't let.....
but still there she is
shing like the sun
head held up high
no tears
i wonder why
she's the mistery herself
does anyone know who she is?
well i see her every day
she's the other half
the other half of me
scarved by wounds
they won't let ........go
they'll always be shown
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Diablo: | Woensdag, februari 06, 2002 14:49 |
| Mooi, heel gevoelig,... Als je nu eens die twee helften integreert, vind je misschien een evenwicht en vervagen de wonden. |
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| Auteur: natascha vd zande | 
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| Gepubliceerd op: 05 februari 2002 | ||
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