Lost
Strange
I have spoken to you everyday
I have thought of your every second
I have dreamed of you every night
I know that's it's over now
But I suddenly realized
you are not more than a stranger
you are not more then a dream
your not more then the seconds
I thought of you in my memories
you are not more then a face
a shadow who followed me
While I know that you are gone
I still wish you where loving me
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Nummer 127: | Dinsdag, oktober 21, 2008 22:35 |
| mja het is triest dat we hetgeen wensen wat we niet krijgen kunnen (zoals ooit iemand gezongen heeft) Nr 127 |
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| Auteur: Ettora | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: benji | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 21 oktober 2008 | ||
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