My game
The moment I saw you
I knew I wanted you
Now here we are...
Are you ready, my love?
Ready for my little game?
You should be...
The beginning of your end
will start soon...
Just for you, my love
Promis you'll miss me too...
when you're gone
All alone in the dark
Your time has come
It's your own fault
You made me hate
Tortured me, but now...
Now it's my turn
You don't deserve to breathe
Not anymore...
Reacties op dit gedicht
| The unreachable: | Donderdag, augustus 12, 2004 22:58 |
| Strong words.. | |
| Wicked Soul: | Donderdag, augustus 12, 2004 14:49 |
| Sterk gedicht. Heel krachtig en mooi geschreven. |
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| MayadeBij: | Donderdag, augustus 12, 2004 00:14 |
| Don't blame others for your own obsessions. Put the focus on yourself if you're half as strong as you're pretending to be in this poem. | |
Over dit gedicht
| Auteur: Invisible_Wanderer | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 11 augustus 2004 | ||
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