it's not a story, noir a dream
I couldn't bring the feeling home
Couldn't tell from the look in her eyes
She couldn't be able to hide it
Could she?
Maybe I never should have trusted her
If she was only telling lies
Why should my soul trust her
One of these days
I'll find out
And tell the hidden facts
If I could just tell her
The vampiric smile on my face
Washing my painfull look away
But still
The lines of pain
Are still deep inside me
She is the anesthetics
He is the salt
The salt on the wounds
To drop the act
I need her
And her help
My body has to convince my soul
And my soul
Has to convince by body
Please kiss me
You'll save me
Couldn't tell from the look in her eyes
She couldn't be able to hide it
Could she?
Maybe I never should have trusted her
If she was only telling lies
Why should my soul trust her
One of these days
I'll find out
And tell the hidden facts
If I could just tell her
The vampiric smile on my face
Washing my painfull look away
But still
The lines of pain
Are still deep inside me
She is the anesthetics
He is the salt
The salt on the wounds
To drop the act
I need her
And her help
My body has to convince my soul
And my soul
Has to convince by body
Please kiss me
You'll save me
Reacties op dit gedicht
| My-Way-out: | Zondag, mei 24, 2009 21:43 |
| Such a beautiful specification. The World just isn''t fair. Xannemiek |
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| Ebony&Ivory: | Dinsdag, januari 22, 2008 19:14 |
| Whaa deze is echt supermooi :) x3 Laura |
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| Quirintje: | Zaterdag, januari 19, 2008 17:36 |
| Yo Alwin, Weer een hippe creatie neergezet! Het duurde wel even voordat ik hem begreep hoor :P(m''n engels is bagger) xxx-jes Quirine |
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Over dit gedicht
| Auteur: Touch-Of-Fate | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Innerchild | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 17 januari 2008 | ||
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