Mirrors.
Your eyes,
are my favorite colour.
They are the theme song to my life.
Your eyes,
are like words and hugs and kisses.
They won't ever fail to make me smile.
But most of all,
they are mirrors
that will not always show me what I want to see,
but mostly what I need.
T.
are my favorite colour.
They are the theme song to my life.
Your eyes,
are like words and hugs and kisses.
They won't ever fail to make me smile.
But most of all,
they are mirrors
that will not always show me what I want to see,
but mostly what I need.
T.
Reacties op dit gedicht
| ninodepino: | Zaterdag, augustus 14, 2010 21:45 |
| nood breekt wet heh, noodzaak is idd een begin. schrijf daar maar eens iets over ofzo.. grtjs, nino. |
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| Ylaide: | Zaterdag, augustus 14, 2010 21:21 |
| Heel mooi3 | |
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| Gepubliceerd op: 23 juli 2010 | ||
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