Broken heart
you didn’t even care, did you
you just acted the way like you saw fit
it was like you had bought a broken heart
but this one had my name on it
the question just pops up
did you ever love me for real
did you ever share
the things that I still feel
I can still see your face
every time I go to sleep
I keep counting images of you
instead of counting sheep
I’m dead inside now
was that your starting goal
was I one more victory to put on your wall
one more guy who’s heart you stole
I had a broken heart before
and in time, this will heal
another girl will come up
one who loves me for real
Reacties op dit gedicht
| mariekeding: | Maandag, april 21, 2008 19:33 |
| mooi, vooral de eerste strofe! X |
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| Augustijntje: | Maandag, april 07, 2008 15:07 |
| waw, ik vond het vrij hard, en zag toen dat het fictie is.. I love it! beetje jammer van de volta, maar das weer t pessimistje in mij zeker.. het zwakt de thesis wat af.. hoeft voor mij niet :) x! |
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Over dit gedicht
| Auteur: Tim R. | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: maneschijn | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 04 april 2008 | ||
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