As others sat down,
They watched the clown.
Or, so it seemed.
Her eyes so clear
Never shedding a tear
Silently she screamed.
She handled the score,
Maybe less, never more.
But every game she lost.
So unable to forget
Her own dying silhouette.
They couldn't see it's cost.
She'd break apart,
Tear out her heart.
If at times it was too much to take.
Consumed by hate,
She'd fight and debate
With addictions too hard to break.
-Rosa-: | Zaterdag, juli 02, 2005 22:39 |
You may not need this world But this world needs you |
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-Rosa-: | Donderdag, juni 30, 2005 14:39 |
*impressed* Yet, I still believe you can make it perfectly. If you just do not give up! Love is coming in your way. Feel it and close your eyes, think about all kind of things that make you happy. Just forget everything for a minute. (you'll feel better) |
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MiSSs-----S: | Maandag, juni 27, 2005 22:22 |
Wow....Echt super mooi..;) Kusss |
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Auteur: Mysticelfje | ||
Gecontroleerd door: michris | ||
Gepubliceerd op: 27 juni 2005 | ||
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