Womack & Womack, Conscience ’88
Whenever I hear goodbyes, remind me baby of you
I break down and cry, next time I’ll be true
Teardrops in my eyes, next time I’ll be true
I really let you down, next time I’ll be true
And the music don’t feel like it did when I felt it with you
Nothing that I do or feel ever feels like I felt it with you
Hurting deep inside
I break down and cry
A collective of poems and photos. All photos taken by me unless stated otherwise.
Dutch operative Radio amateur
Never rust.
Crafting my thoughts into poetry and prose.
Zomaar wat
All about Life
Poetry, fiction
secondlife, fashion, beauty, lingerie...
Photography is the Art of Exposing your Soul
A girl travelling around the world on a motorcycle.
haiku + images
A dedication to Hipstamatic
waphco wandering photons collector
A Novice Photographer's Journey
Live without Limits
because life is moving too fast
Wonderful closeup, Green is everywhere but when you look close you can see its individual beauty. Thank you for sharing.
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Thank you! Trying to make the beat out of a rainy day… Thanks for your nice comments!
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Beautifully written!
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Thanks so much! Thank you for stopping by!
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Most welcome
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