That piece of my heart...
 

There's a piece missin' from my heart, ripped off and never returned. Thinkin' back, it tears me apart, that piece was ment for love, and it sure burned. Burned in desire, burned for affection. One touch from you and it was on fire, a touch from my love.
Along with him, I lost that part. He needed to be free. And now he's gone. I lost the most importand piece of my heart, wich I need to have so I can love, so I can smile. I need to love, I need to smile. Baby I need you...

Misschien niet zo sterk, hij loopt niet echt lekker, maar tis wat ik voel....en als je er wel een goed mooi lopend gedicht van kunt/wilt maken....feel free.....(graag zelfs).

[Dit bericht is aangepast door Mandarijntje (29-10-2001).]