A friend...
I think I have a friend,
I’m not really sure,
Not because she’s mean,
But cause I never had a friend like her before.
I think I have a friend,
Because she makes me laugh,
And when I have to cry
With her, it’s not that tough.
I really have a friend,
That girl that’s there for me,
to make my days for ever good .
That girl that makes me happy…
I’m not really sure,
Not because she’s mean,
But cause I never had a friend like her before.
I think I have a friend,
Because she makes me laugh,
And when I have to cry
With her, it’s not that tough.
I really have a friend,
That girl that’s there for me,
to make my days for ever good .
That girl that makes me happy…
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Augustijntje: | Woensdag, februari 13, 2008 21:20 |
| koester haar dan maar.. want echte vrienden zijn moeilijk te vinden. x! |
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| Auteur: AnneCe | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: benji | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 13 februari 2008 | ||
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