It doesn't matter...
When the world is turning,
the sun is shining,
children are laughing,
music is playing,
it doesn't matter.
A broken heart
stays a broken heart...
Until it is healed.
No matter how fast the earth turns,
how hot is outside,
how hard those children laugh,
how nice the music is.
It doesn't matter,
until you love again.
So you forget the one,
the one who didn't love you back...
the sun is shining,
children are laughing,
music is playing,
it doesn't matter.
A broken heart
stays a broken heart...
Until it is healed.
No matter how fast the earth turns,
how hot is outside,
how hard those children laugh,
how nice the music is.
It doesn't matter,
until you love again.
So you forget the one,
the one who didn't love you back...
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Erica Keupers: | Vrijdag, juli 05, 2002 14:05 |
| lien, dank je dat je me naar deze site hebt verwezen, ik heb je door die enkele gedichtjes wat beter leren kennen. en ge kunt het zo mooi zeggen. dikke knuffel*ik* | |
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| Auteur: Lien Hoste | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: caroline | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 07 juni 2002 | ||
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