the girl
When I look in the mirror
I just see a girl
Eyes as beautiful as an summer morning
But deep inside I know how she feels
Every time I look in the mirror
That same pretty face looks me in the eyes
And every time again deep inside her eyes
I can read the pain that she’s getting true
Every time when I see her
She looks worser than she did before
I just see a girl
Eyes as beautiful as an summer morning
But deep inside I know how she feels
Every time I look in the mirror
That same pretty face looks me in the eyes
And every time again deep inside her eyes
I can read the pain that she’s getting true
Every time when I see her
She looks worser than she did before
Reacties op dit gedicht
| eadwine: | Maandag, november 30, 2009 19:05 |
| echt mooi. Ik heb alleen 1 kleine opmerking. in de 8ste regel het laatste woord heb je true geschreven en zo geschreven betekend het waar. ik denk dat je getting through bedoeld. - doormaken. Gr Eadwine |
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| Dirk Hermans: | Vrijdag, mei 29, 2009 22:15 |
| zeer goed veerwoord | |
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| Auteur: *Deborah | 
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| Gepubliceerd op: 20 maart 2009 | ||
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