You walk the streets to maintain
and you walk them in shame
I am spellbound, you are hellbound
as I curse at this curse that keeps getting worse
My heart is baptized in tears,
and it carries your name
You hate to love and love to hate
the chemical prison cell and cynical spell
your addiction creates
You got not substitute my sweet little prostitute
no one can replace your smile and your face
I fear for your life, as you strive to survive
and try to escape your demons reign
that have turned pain into pleasure, and pleasure to pain…
You´ve got love to give and life to live
I pray for you
I hope my faith will be rewarded,
and that my dreams won´t be thwarted
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Hey Rod
Super fedt digt du har lavet, godt sprog og fedt brug af ord, og så på engelsk!!
Blev helt ramt :)
Mht layoutet, så gik jeg ind og hentede det her, billedet m englene var et jeg havde i forvejen, som jeg uploadede! Bruger meget billeder og tekst til at understøtte hinanden med :)
Vi snakkes ved ven!
Knuz Metz
UPS!
Der sku selvfølgelig stå: "fedt brug af ordvalg" :o)
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