Secret
My soul can be broken,
My heart can be stolen,
My mouth still wont open.
Secrets are to keep,
Never to speak,
Never to hear.
Locking me in,
Burning me down,
The truth won't come out.
Until the teller gives the word,
The secret will never be heard.
My heart can be stolen,
My mouth still wont open.
Secrets are to keep,
Never to speak,
Never to hear.
Locking me in,
Burning me down,
The truth won't come out.
Until the teller gives the word,
The secret will never be heard.
Reacties op dit gedicht
| AcidCortex: | Vrijdag, juli 18, 2014 13:36 |
| I'm keeping a secret likes this. I'm sorry is all I can say. |
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| Roselynn: | Zondag, augustus 19, 2012 22:03 |
| some secrets are better... to keep ... [] Rose |
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| hs: | Vrijdag, augustus 17, 2012 08:41 |
| is pijnlijk | |
| hs: | Vrijdag, augustus 17, 2012 08:40 |
| Is ijnlijk. | |
Over dit gedicht
| Auteur: The Stuffer | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Sheena | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 16 augustus 2012 | ||
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