Dear Anna,
the days are getting longer everyday.
i'm alone,
and i just can't find my way.
I see your face fading everyday,
but still you never leave.
it just isn't fair,
it's too hard too consieve.
in my dreams i see you passing the street,
so, cruel, it's fate.
i screamed,
too late......
Auteur: Wendy J | ||
Gecontroleerd door: michris | ||
Gepubliceerd op: 22 augustus 2004 | ||
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