Lisa
I've told myself a 100 times
how I hated you
But the truth was that I wanted to be like you
and that I craved you
On silent nights
I can still hear the sound of your voice
and feel
just the way I felt before
And I hear the sudden noise
the beating of my heart...
how I hated you
But the truth was that I wanted to be like you
and that I craved you
On silent nights
I can still hear the sound of your voice
and feel
just the way I felt before
And I hear the sudden noise
the beating of my heart...
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Rebelchild: | Woensdag, juli 23, 2008 00:15 |
| Bedankt voor jullie reacties! :D | |
| Lion10cc: | Dinsdag, juli 22, 2008 14:12 |
| hatred and love are two very simular feelings that are intertwined. nicely written greetings leon | |
| Lily May Parker: | Dinsdag, juli 22, 2008 10:01 |
| erg veel opgekropte gevoelens laat je even los op papier, prachtig mooi dit knufliefs Lily May xxxxxxxxx |
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| Littledolphin: | Dinsdag, juli 22, 2008 07:09 |
| nice, liefs little | |
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| Auteur: Rebelchild | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Innerchild | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 22 juli 2008 | ||
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