I used to sit in the moonlight
A small candle in my hand
Outside, at a swing
Somewhere, in a forgotten land
I would look up at all the stars
And softly swing about
Waiting for my dreams to come true
It would happen, there was no doubt
One day, I heard a cracking
The night became something mean
I looked vividly around
And will never forget what I have seen
The chains of my swing were braking
And soon, they both let go
I flew through the air and fall on the ground
How it happened, I don't know
Now I sit here, in total darkness
Have never seen darker, ever before
The moon is gone forever
And my candle burns no more
Sugared_Placebo: | Donderdag, augustus 18, 2005 15:36 |
And even if Rosa won't, I'm sure someone else will, 'cause there'll be light in the darkness around you again.. Vertrouwen.. :) Maar hoe dan ook, weer een prachtdicht.. Liefs, |
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-Rosa-: | Dinsdag, augustus 16, 2005 11:47 |
I will burn you a knew candle, darling. I will! | |
Auteur: Mysticelfje | ||
Gecontroleerd door: fox_bert | ||
Gepubliceerd op: 14 augustus 2005 | ||
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