Empty
There is an empty bed at home,
There is an empty table in the class,
There is an empty locker in the hallway,
But there is a full grave…..
And the hearts of the ones who loved me are full
of memories about me…..
There is an empty table in the class,
There is an empty locker in the hallway,
But there is a full grave…..
And the hearts of the ones who loved me are full
of memories about me…..
Reacties op dit gedicht
Over dit gedicht
| Auteur: twotoe | 
|
|
| Gecontroleerd door: Firebolt | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 19 januari 2004 | ||
| Thema's: | ||