Fata Morgana
 

Gracefully you lay your hand over mine,
You look at me, big blue eyes move me in every kind of way.
I close my eyes, take a deep breath,
hoping that when I open them again you'll still be there.
Somehow I feel my eyes burning and my lips are shaking,
conscience is not a matter, because it's the knowledge I keep,
that tell me you're hand was just an image and
your eyes are a vague vision of what we had.
Love won't overcome this and so I hope someday
you'll be able to forgive my foolishness and
notice not the person who I'm trying to be...
But please, notice me...

14 jaar. (y) :)

*is in shock* when u write?

I'm amazed, very nice!

Bedankt, zal ik maar zeggen... :)
En inge, vanmiddag geschreven... On the spot, zal ik maar zeggen.
Weet niet... Geen directe aanleiding tot...
Dus nu ja... Ik wacht op meer reply's

Zeer moojig. Ook heel gave titel.. :) (y)