The Thing Called Love
In times of rain I need some cover
When dust blows I seek a shield
But you offer no protection
or weaponry to wield
The battle hardens and as I fall
I yield to self inflicted wounds
I'm not strong enough for two
No man can take this on it's own
This sting, called love.
When dust blows I seek a shield
But you offer no protection
or weaponry to wield
The battle hardens and as I fall
I yield to self inflicted wounds
I'm not strong enough for two
No man can take this on it's own
This sting, called love.
Reacties op dit gedicht
| september: | Donderdag, oktober 20, 2016 23:38 |
| Mooi gedicht. Liefs | |
| trucker klaas: | Zaterdag, maart 17, 2012 03:43 |
| het steekt :( ..... sterkte ,klaas |
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| Auteur: Code-Y | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: de Diana | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 16 maart 2012 | ||
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