zaterdag 29 december 2012

zaterdag 22 december 2012

You've got a friend in me.

My little Picasso.  



Can I have this dance?

Can I have this dance? 
As she begged him to be honest,
as he didn't beg her to stay. 
She took a last breath,
and danced away. 


Yes, I sometimes cry.


Words are just words,
until you feel the love.
Tears are just tears,
until you feel the love dissapears. 

It's over now




If dreams could speak and words could keep the feeling that they once revealed.
If love was love and not that part of just you, us & me.
Like two hearts and a back-uppiece, I think this never works,
but honey if you knew the truth, you'd understand it hurts.
I like being alone, but darling with you I'm just lonely.
I made you choose and it ended up here,
           no us, just you...
                                                & me. 

vrijdag 21 december 2012