Down
The only one that I have to pray for is my own person,
I am my own whore, my own daughter and son,
Tearing myself apart on the bridge of philosophy,
And listening to the written words,
I make my own life as a song,
Written by new notes and complicated chords,
I’m falling into depression from time to time,
Happiness is what I try to find.
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Littledolphin: | Donderdag, september 18, 2008 08:05 |
| I hope this , too liefs barbara | |
| Windwhisper: | Donderdag, september 18, 2008 07:25 |
| I hope you''ll find with love ande respect Cobie good morning |
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| Gepubliceerd op: 18 september 2008 | ||
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