P.
I think of you
I dream of you
I would give you the world
If I was able to
But you,
You always put me down
Why?
Why you always make me
goddamn cry?
I try top reach you
everytime, everywhere
But you,
You always threat me like dirt
Why?
Why you don't even want to try?
I know I should give up on you...
And I know it's fucking wrong...
But I'm not able to.
(sorry voor taalgebruik)
I dream of you
I would give you the world
If I was able to
But you,
You always put me down
Why?
Why you always make me
goddamn cry?
I try top reach you
everytime, everywhere
But you,
You always threat me like dirt
Why?
Why you don't even want to try?
I know I should give up on you...
And I know it's fucking wrong...
But I'm not able to.
(sorry voor taalgebruik)
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Anketje: | Maandag, augustus 06, 2001 23:10 |
| Ik vind het echt prachtig ... Het is echt wat ik op dit moment tegen een jongen zou willen zeggen ... Mag ik het hem geven ? -x- | |
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| Auteur: IronFlower | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: schaapje | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 01 januari 1970 | ||
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