Flower
Flower
You spoke to me,
like I was the first prize in your life.
You made me feel special,
like the first love you ever had.
You loved me,
like nobody did before.
But whenever I rise my head,
you had the words to keep me down.
The words that made my soul cry,
The wind that blew me empty.
The emptyness in my heart
when you say those words,
make my pedals fall,
like a flower in the wind
You spoke to me,
like I was the first prize in your life.
You made me feel special,
like the first love you ever had.
You loved me,
like nobody did before.
But whenever I rise my head,
you had the words to keep me down.
The words that made my soul cry,
The wind that blew me empty.
The emptyness in my heart
when you say those words,
make my pedals fall,
like a flower in the wind
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Nayeli: | Dinsdag, april 07, 2015 15:48 |
| mooi een vraagje evenwel... met pedals bedoel je bloemblaadjes? if so is het petals.... |
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| Henk Dekkers: | Dinsdag, april 07, 2015 00:39 |
| Beautiful | |
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| Auteur: ShiningDevil | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Brenda | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 06 april 2015 | ||
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