still ain't forgot it
hanging on to used to be's
Can't clean up the mind
Head full of memories
Can't leave it all behind
They ask to forget
the passion you shared
the things that you did
the sweet words he said
But once you have found
the love of your life
distance is something
that stabs like a knife
Pictures
stuck in the head
Feelings are forbidden
Words unsaid
Can't clean up the mind
Head full of memories
Can't leave it all behind
They ask to forget
the passion you shared
the things that you did
the sweet words he said
But once you have found
the love of your life
distance is something
that stabs like a knife
Pictures
stuck in the head
Feelings are forbidden
Words unsaid
Reacties op dit gedicht
| little fly: | Zaterdag, januari 17, 2009 19:48 |
| Geschreven vol emoties en echt heel mooi.. Droevig maar mooi hoe jij het beschrijft en liefdesverdriet, daar moet je mee leren leven, het is niet anders. Liefs, Linda |
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| tinkelbel10: | Zaterdag, januari 17, 2009 18:38 |
| droevig :( veel sterkte. | |
| Klein_Meisje: | Zaterdag, januari 17, 2009 18:07 |
| Boh... hier voel je verdriet in zeg, Tenminste ik wel.. Welkom hier in freaks landje!! Sterkte |
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Over dit gedicht
| Auteur: Loens | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 17 januari 2009 | ||
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