The One...
The One…
My eyes are searching for the one,
My heart longs for the one.
My soul calls for the one,
My mouth screams for the one.
What if the one doesn’t exists,
Would I give my heart to an imposter.
Some-one who pretends to love me,
Will my heart break over and over again.
I try to love,
I try to be loved.
But if I go on like this,
I won’t be truly happy.
I’ve got to be honest with myself,
Or else I will break.
Should I give myself a chance for happiness,
Or should I keep hiding my true self for the world around me.
My eyes are searching for the one,
My heart longs for the one.
My soul calls for the one,
My mouth screams for the one.
What if the one doesn’t exists,
Would I give my heart to an imposter.
Some-one who pretends to love me,
Will my heart break over and over again.
I try to love,
I try to be loved.
But if I go on like this,
I won’t be truly happy.
I’ve got to be honest with myself,
Or else I will break.
Should I give myself a chance for happiness,
Or should I keep hiding my true self for the world around me.
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| Auteur: troubled_soul | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Sheena | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 27 maart 2008 | ||
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