Bruised
I tried running
But you were hunting
I tried crawling
But there was no escaping
I collapsed
By doing that my chance of escaping elapsed
There was no use of running anyway
You always had a way to make me stay
Dragging me through the house
Leaving bruises, I was too weak
I got quiet like a mouse
Too afraid to still speak
The bruises have healed
And so have I
But it's my innocence you stealed
That's what still can make me cry
But you were hunting
I tried crawling
But there was no escaping
I collapsed
By doing that my chance of escaping elapsed
There was no use of running anyway
You always had a way to make me stay
Dragging me through the house
Leaving bruises, I was too weak
I got quiet like a mouse
Too afraid to still speak
The bruises have healed
And so have I
But it's my innocence you stealed
That's what still can make me cry
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Sad One: | Donderdag, september 15, 2005 22:44 |
| heel mooi, heb hetzelfde als jij...ik wens je echt geluk.. knuf kim |
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| Auteur: Broken Rose | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: maria | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 15 september 2005 | ||
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