lose the..
My soul is broke in peaces
My heart even more
After that last kiss
Nothings gone be, just like before
Thinking about your words
And why your love turns into hate
Try to understand your opinion
But every tear is to late
Your words hurts my
So deep like the sea
Let me spin around
And let my lose the real me
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Reacties op dit gedicht
| Butterfly,Effect*: | Donderdag, juni 07, 2007 16:06 |
| to late,.. | |
| fadeaway: | Vrijdag, mei 11, 2007 01:17 |
| don''t lose the real you | |
| Br0ken_R00sje: | Dinsdag, mei 01, 2007 19:08 |
| Mooi! x | |
| ##_P!nk^14: | Donderdag, april 26, 2007 08:01 |
| erug mooi mn email is ambie_bakker@hotmail.com (bedankt voor je reactie) |
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| Auteur: Butterfly,Effect* | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 26 april 2007 | ||
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