Twinkling Reasons, Within Seasons
Diamonds to be found by glory
Tears found on a way unknown
A little spark to guide an unseeing face
Just one scratched wing, never flown
I stop to start again in shame
Shaking blocks grow loose to fall apart
Hate and love they grow to one
Everything has took my hand to make my heart
Splintering words give the floor some design
When I fall to sleep I get the hitting back
Growing faster to be the one dead cell
Moments reviewed in my burning eye lashed wreck
You’re looking for me
On a dark shadowed place
I can hardly wait
To fall down satisfied
With a perfect smile on my face
.. This House Was Not A Home ..
Tim Mooij: | Dinsdag, september 28, 2004 15:37 |
hehe okee okee :) alles is weer fijn, zand overal over, zie je nix meer van, mooi diggie, uiteraard :) doeg T |
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de nifter: | Dinsdag, september 28, 2004 09:35 |
petje af maar wer! | |
de nifter: | Dinsdag, september 28, 2004 09:35 |
weer | |
Oorlam: | Maandag, september 27, 2004 22:23 |
ja poezie he, ..but this house was a motel?.. eh sorry ouwe opa opmerking:-)) |
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Fri..: | Maandag, september 27, 2004 20:27 |
prachtig, Liefs, Fri.. |
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Butterfly: | Maandag, september 27, 2004 20:12 |
Great gedaan!! Liefs |
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~*Woepiej*~: | Maandag, september 27, 2004 19:41 |
WWAUW *mond valt open* Jeeeeeeeeeetje meisje!! |
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Auteur: FrogCess | ||
Gecontroleerd door: artemis | ||
Gepubliceerd op: 27 september 2004 | ||
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