A little scaryness
Not all I say
Can be seen as true
Not the lies I give, or
The things I do.
You wish for me to be
What I -someday- was
As happy as Love itself
Laughing and smiling, because
I didn't know how to cry.
I do now - it hurts a bit
To remember how I could only smile
But hush, forget I said that:
"Pain is something scary to admit"
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| Auteur: Mysticelfje |  
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| Gecontroleerd door: michris | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 29 november 2005 | ||
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