It is the thirth time now I look into
The site online stories from Lou.
Today no postings, and also yesterday
No one member has something here to say.
It's quiet and easy now, I think maybe
It's holiday-time that I nobody see.
I can wait forever, day and night:
71 users, and no one will write.
J++
Only the lonely
Exept for you... But I reckon we all have our (personal) reasons for being quiet. As do you, even though you broke the silence. Nice poem, but I don't adore the scheme.
Sommige dingen zijn niet met woorden te beschrijven.
Wel met gevoelens.
Wel met gevoelens.
That doesn't make sense,
you know what this is.
This isn't suspense,
this is poetry, miss!
you know what this is.
This isn't suspense,
this is poetry, miss!
Sommige dingen zijn niet met woorden te beschrijven.
Wel met gevoelens.
Wel met gevoelens.
Instead of giving a right example,
the boy made a mistake too.
He called her a lady,
while she is yet a girl from school.
the boy made a mistake too.
He called her a lady,
while she is yet a girl from school.
Sommige dingen zijn niet met woorden te beschrijven.
Wel met gevoelens.
Wel met gevoelens.
Well, as the fact you do not answer me before it's too late, I know I'd feel bad if I left without announcing it to you. Though Sebas thinks you might be my gramps, I know he's long dead. So as for my announcement, I'm gone from this thursday 'til three weeks after. France, and as a culture and a land, it still sucks.
Sommige dingen zijn niet met woorden te beschrijven.
Wel met gevoelens.
Wel met gevoelens.
I hate French. -_-' As a culture, as people, as a land, as a language. Will you trade with me..?
Sommige dingen zijn niet met woorden te beschrijven.
Wel met gevoelens.
Wel met gevoelens.