Do you hope he
will buy me flowers, do you hope he will hold my hand? Give me all his hours
when he has the chance, take me to every party, do you even remember how much I
love to dance?
Only my own dreams can stop me from living my life.
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dinsdag 12 maart 2013
zaterdag 12 januari 2013
Your smile can hide everything.
If
happiness was a rare thing, nobody would know it. Since everybody knows what
it's like to be happy. It's there where you know it must be, in your heart.
Is there hope?
What's
about love,
that
which we feel
by any
other feeling
would
still feel as the only thing that matters.
zaterdag 5 januari 2013
This is now.
That heart
inside,
is her
guide,
as she
travels in the night.
That brain
of her,
is still awake,
for the
pain,
'cause it
was fake.
zaterdag 29 december 2012
zaterdag 22 december 2012
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