Dancing with myself
Like a mirror's reflection
she was born alive and dead
They are dancing on the music
with tragic pain and sober love
embrasing the end of her funeral song
Thought I could see
her broken heart
underneath her clothes
And I can't help but cry
when the orchestra rest their backs
If only you were here
then you would feel the music
slipping away
drowned into the earth with Rose
she was born alive and dead
They are dancing on the music
with tragic pain and sober love
embrasing the end of her funeral song
Thought I could see
her broken heart
underneath her clothes
And I can't help but cry
when the orchestra rest their backs
If only you were here
then you would feel the music
slipping away
drowned into the earth with Rose
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Dirk Hermans: | Vrijdag, oktober 05, 2007 19:42 |
| zeer goed verwoord | |
| NnEAh: | Vrijdag, oktober 05, 2007 16:09 |
| Knap :-) Love, |
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| Gepubliceerd op: 05 oktober 2007 | ||
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