In memory
In memory………
The memory of you is just a strange thinking,
Far away in my brain.
It’s like the sun is coming up,after years of rain.
I’ll never forget you, that’s for sure.
But the feeling inside isn’t the same as before.
You’re always unhappy …what can i do?
Love is just never enough…for you..
So why should i give you my love…
When your heart is closed….
And i hurt meself on the thorns of your rose…..
The memory of you is just a strange thinking,
Far away in my brain.
It’s like the sun is coming up,after years of rain.
I’ll never forget you, that’s for sure.
But the feeling inside isn’t the same as before.
You’re always unhappy …what can i do?
Love is just never enough…for you..
So why should i give you my love…
When your heart is closed….
And i hurt meself on the thorns of your rose…..
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Hans Kilian: | Dinsdag, juni 22, 2004 12:11 |
| Ik begrijp het niet zo; waarom schrijf je geen Nederlands? | |
| Mindy Broeders: | Vrijdag, april 12, 2002 10:31 |
| mooi, ik kan het heel goed begrijpen | |
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| Auteur: nicolet333 | 
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| Gepubliceerd op: 16 maart 2002 | ||
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