My bedroom, by My_pain_your_thrill |
..This isn't really a poem, just a thought.. All the things we couldn't afford, From the baby born, The pram, the car, And I should hate you, I really should, But I don't, Because I'm still desperatley, Holding on, To the dream that one day, You will know, What colour my bedroom is... ~For my mum.. |
Posted: 2006-01-10 19:25:48 UTC |
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2006-03-29 15:53:35 | lost the lonely dead |
know how it feels |