Splashed souled lies
Leave your mouth
Chained by hate
And with no doubt
Wicked fragile embraces
Broken with touches cold
Overshadowed by pain
They come unfold
Playing pulling fingers
Stick into my head
Creating a problem
I just can’t forget
Burned black eyes
Uncomfortable they see
Watching the edges
As they break it before me
Heavy healing scars
Pulled of my skin
You push me down
Until I'll take you in
Waiting worships
Reminding me to breath
When I need you
Your heart seems to be feed
Fictional fantasies
Playing rounds in my face
You’re walking away from me
When I realize this were living days
~*Woepiej*~: | Donderdag, oktober 14, 2004 20:01 |
Ik zit druk te bedenken hoe ik postitieve geweldiggoeie reacties kan geven, maar van deze werd ik alleen maar stil eik... =$ =P |
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sick suicide: | Zaterdag, oktober 02, 2004 11:52 |
wat geen reacties weetjej hoe mooi deze is ik ben er best wel stil van dikke knuffel | |
Auteur: FrogCess | ||
Gecontroleerd door: Pieps | ||
Gepubliceerd op: 01 oktober 2004 | ||
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