Flickering flames of the burning candles
in the dark room. You and me, lying on the bed,
but where are we at this point? I can’t see.
Whispered words about my beauty and I shiver,
the disguise to believe in what you’ve spoken.
I watched how my scars turned visible
while you were trying to see into my soul.
Everything has happened, but is it all over
now and you come closer to me. I did not
move and know. Nothing happened.. yet.
Rino Saurus: | Maandag, september 18, 2006 04:13 |
Mooi geschreven, echt wel... :) Veel origineler en more refined/stylish/with more panache/finesse dan die cliché dingen die je overal leest... |
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Augustijntje: | Donderdag, september 14, 2006 18:42 |
amazingly written x! |
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lonely 1: | Donderdag, september 14, 2006 18:27 |
prachtig deze! liefs lonely 1 |
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Auteur: Disgusting Beauty | ||
Gecontroleerd door: Anastacia | ||
Gepubliceerd op: 14 september 2006 | ||
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