Coco
Your whole life
so close, but still to far.
As I sit here and watch the stars,
I know you'll be witch us soon.
And for all the years we've missed together,
we'll make memories of our own.
You being black, and me being white
I don't see that,
when our fingers finally meet.
And I'll never let go.
That's the promise that I make to you.
Right now, right here.
so close, but still to far.
As I sit here and watch the stars,
I know you'll be witch us soon.
And for all the years we've missed together,
we'll make memories of our own.
You being black, and me being white
I don't see that,
when our fingers finally meet.
And I'll never let go.
That's the promise that I make to you.
Right now, right here.
Over dit gedicht
| Auteur: Anna_ | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: benji | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 03 juli 2007 | ||
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