A dream off desire
In the age of love
He dreamt of a perfect day
Nothing more than to see the sunrise
birds flying high in the sky by the upcoming sun
and the howling wind beneath his window
butterfly’s flying towards the flowers
in the dew covered grass
where it shines in the sun
like little pearls in a morning day
And all of a sudden his dream of sunshine
Became black before his eyes
As he was torn out from his fantasy
Back into the real world
Where there is nothing but pain and sadness
Just that one day
That he could see her eyes
Hold her for a moment
Feel her heart beading next to his
Will now become
A dream of desire…
Iejoor: | Dinsdag, december 17, 2002 18:54 |
Schitterend geschreven... Ben er voor je, dat weetje he?! LIefs Chiara. |
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Auteur: The Slayer | ||
Gecontroleerd door: Sheena | ||
Gepubliceerd op: 17 december 2002 | ||
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