nothing more, nothing less
The wood of the table
colors with red
thick drops
that leeked out of
the cut on my arm
It doesn't really hurt
for I know nothing
than that I know
that it's nothing
right now
that made me open
the easily woonded flesh
as if my heart
was not yet enough...
Reacties op dit gedicht
| green_eyes: | Woensdag, mei 21, 2003 20:55 |
| I know this a girl, she's hurt, but I don't know why... Always it's so that the reason exceeds the truth, but you gotta hold on inside, so you don't get brushed away, cuts go away, but the scars don't... I know... |
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| Auteur: diepdenker | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: cartooneke | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 21 mei 2003 | ||
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