Empty
Everyday you are away,
I miss you more and more.
And I wish that I could stay.
When I walk out your frontdoor.
Off to home, to my boss.
like any other day.
Sometimes I want to kiss my cross,
Get on my knees and pray.
That there weren't any rules.
Wich I must obey.
Everyday I miss you,
I try to think right.
But it still makes me feel,
So damned empty inside.
I miss you more and more.
And I wish that I could stay.
When I walk out your frontdoor.
Off to home, to my boss.
like any other day.
Sometimes I want to kiss my cross,
Get on my knees and pray.
That there weren't any rules.
Wich I must obey.
Everyday I miss you,
I try to think right.
But it still makes me feel,
So damned empty inside.
Reacties op dit gedicht
| AnotherLonelySoul: | Maandag, januari 03, 2011 20:55 |
| nog steeds maakt het me stil, elke keer als ik het lees. | |
| AnotherLonelySoul: | Maandag, februari 08, 2010 16:03 |
| Wooow. | |
| Dirk Hermans: | Maandag, februari 08, 2010 15:56 |
| mooi | |
| Code-Y: | Maandag, februari 08, 2010 10:00 |
| mooi, verlangend. lief ^^ | |
Over dit gedicht
| Auteur: Touch-Of-Fate | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Sheena | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 08 februari 2010 | ||
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