My Wall
Once,
I had a wall.
Beautiful,
sparkled with love.
Until,
the past
came back along.
It got a hold of me.
And now,
my precious wall,
is filled with hate.
I had a wall.
Beautiful,
sparkled with love.
Until,
the past
came back along.
It got a hold of me.
And now,
my precious wall,
is filled with hate.
Reacties op dit gedicht
| SilenceTalks: | Zondag, november 11, 2012 18:49 |
| Oww ;S that''s too bad K. |
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| Fulvipes: | Dinsdag, april 24, 2012 15:07 |
| Haat kan een teken zijn van liefde, toch? Groetjes van mij. |
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| Auteur: theartoflostwords | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Sheena | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 24 april 2012 | ||
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