When the good turn into bad,
it will never be the same
When the bad turn into good,
it will always be to late
When some feels the warmth of the good,
and the cold of the bad.
Then time is running hard,
and there’s no time to make that new start
Now everybody is sad,
Noting can make things break, unless there is the feeling:
That’s called: Hate
[mnon]
~cu2.nl/chocolade~
dapperei: | Donderdag, september 30, 2004 20:16 |
whaaauw da vink echt wel een schoon gedichtje zenne !!!! Dikke kuzzzzz |
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Auteur: Manon de Wit | ||
Gecontroleerd door: Firebolt | ||
Gepubliceerd op: 01 juli 2004 | ||
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