She.
Yesterday,
I wanted to make a poem.
But all the words in my head,
and all the things we ever said.
They weren't enough.
I think I know her,
or maybe I don't.
But she's like perfection,
only she doesn't know.
We all have a story,
but her's never been told.
I think I'm going to leave it that way.
I wanted to make a poem.
But all the words in my head,
and all the things we ever said.
They weren't enough.
I think I know her,
or maybe I don't.
But she's like perfection,
only she doesn't know.
We all have a story,
but her's never been told.
I think I'm going to leave it that way.
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Aluna: | Zaterdag, april 16, 2011 12:18 |
| =) Thank you for being such a friend to me, oh I pray a friend for life, And have I ever told you? How much you mean to me.. Oh you''re everything to me.. |
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| trucker klaas: | Zaterdag, april 16, 2011 07:42 |
| nice as it ever was :P groet ,klaas |
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| windwhisper: | Zaterdag, april 16, 2011 07:10 |
| wonderful I do like this grt Cobie |
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