the crossroad
The road we used to walk
is nothing but a memory
of a painfull past
filled with tears and sorrow
I will follow my own road
on which you cannot follow
I guess this is our goodbye
our lifes separate here
From this point forward
we'll go our different ways
as we stand at the crossroad
you so beautifully built
is nothing but a memory
of a painfull past
filled with tears and sorrow
I will follow my own road
on which you cannot follow
I guess this is our goodbye
our lifes separate here
From this point forward
we'll go our different ways
as we stand at the crossroad
you so beautifully built
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Lost_Soul_2: | Vrijdag, juni 27, 2008 02:15 |
| Mjah... Das duidelijk... x |
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| trucker klaas: | Dinsdag, juni 24, 2008 20:41 |
| kleine toetsen grote vingers...... nice kLaas |
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| trucker klaas: | Dinsdag, juni 24, 2008 20:38 |
| it brings a tear to my eye if there is a sorow goodbey nice kaas |
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Over dit gedicht
| Auteur: The Roze | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Innerchild | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 24 juni 2008 | ||
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