My Friend in Heaven
For my sweet Jo..
Here I’m sitting ..On My bed..
Holding my pillow
Feeling to Sad.
I Could Fill an Empty ocean
With the Tears I’ve cried
I Can Not stop them flowing,
Since the day He Died
I Miss Hiss Touch
And his Funny Jokes
The way he Speaks Dutch
Even the way he smokes!
The Time that passed
Ill Reminisce
We always Had a Blast
And ill Always remember this
Our Starry Night
He held me so tight..
It will Always be Special to me!
I Think of Him, With every Star I See.
Like Our Flaming Star…
Shooting by The moon
So precious,
But Gone to soon.
“One sweet day,”
I Told Him,
“My dearest Friend..
I’ll Meet you Up in Heaven
Holding your hand!”
Rip Joseph, You wer way 2 Young!!Kiss send to heaven!
Here I’m sitting ..On My bed..
Holding my pillow
Feeling to Sad.
I Could Fill an Empty ocean
With the Tears I’ve cried
I Can Not stop them flowing,
Since the day He Died
I Miss Hiss Touch
And his Funny Jokes
The way he Speaks Dutch
Even the way he smokes!
The Time that passed
Ill Reminisce
We always Had a Blast
And ill Always remember this
Our Starry Night
He held me so tight..
It will Always be Special to me!
I Think of Him, With every Star I See.
Like Our Flaming Star…
Shooting by The moon
So precious,
But Gone to soon.
“One sweet day,”
I Told Him,
“My dearest Friend..
I’ll Meet you Up in Heaven
Holding your hand!”
Rip Joseph, You wer way 2 Young!!Kiss send to heaven!
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Shirley (w): | Zondag, maart 22, 2009 10:17 |
| kan me goed in je gedicht inleven, goed geschreven! en heel veel sterkte. x |
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| hlne: | Dinsdag, december 09, 2003 21:05 |
| hier wordt ik even stil van hoor, zo mooi, zo verdrietig, maar toch ook leuke herinnering. Ik wens je heel veel sterkte toe! Liefs, hélène |
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| Auteur: Elise Schaap | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: cartooneke | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 09 december 2003 | ||
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