Make Me
What the fuck is this?
Never felt this before.
My stomach is tingly,
As I close the door.
Walk around in circles
All I do is stare
And when the phone rings
I have to gasp for air.
I hope it's you.
Who else could it be?
Why would it be you?
You hardly even know me...
Still I sit and wonder
What this feeling is.
A scilent flame burns
And still I think of that kiss.
The candle isn't out by far
This will last long, I bet.
I'm ready for you now
Well no, not now, not yet...
Never felt this before.
My stomach is tingly,
As I close the door.
Walk around in circles
All I do is stare
And when the phone rings
I have to gasp for air.
I hope it's you.
Who else could it be?
Why would it be you?
You hardly even know me...
Still I sit and wonder
What this feeling is.
A scilent flame burns
And still I think of that kiss.
The candle isn't out by far
This will last long, I bet.
I'm ready for you now
Well no, not now, not yet...
Reacties op dit gedicht
| PieN: | Donderdag, november 01, 2001 22:26 |
| Hay RaaS, ik moet bekennen dat ik je gedicht las om je naam, beetje zelfde met die hoofdletters en gewone. Ik vind je gedicht echt superleuk!! |
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| Amnesia: | Zaterdag, oktober 20, 2001 12:32 |
Very impressive Cheers |
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| Gwen: | Donderdag, maart 22, 2001 21:09 |
| Over wie gaat deze? | |
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| Auteur: RaaS | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: simpel | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 01 januari 1970 | ||
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