The boy of my dreams
He held me tight,
He could find me,
He was my light,
In the dark.
His words were everything,
His eyes were enchanted,
This love made of nothing,
Made me break.
The old feeling,
was filling me up inside my dream,
because my heart was searching,
and longing already for so long.
And they all give me,
a happy dream.
But after I can see,
that it makes me sad
...When he used my words,
that I long for...
He could find me,
He was my light,
In the dark.
His words were everything,
His eyes were enchanted,
This love made of nothing,
Made me break.
The old feeling,
was filling me up inside my dream,
because my heart was searching,
and longing already for so long.
And they all give me,
a happy dream.
But after I can see,
that it makes me sad
...When he used my words,
that I long for...
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| Auteur: *PinkTears* | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 19 maart 2012 | ||
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