Are you playing a game?
The only one,
you seem to be,
who knows how
to handle me.
Nice but slow,
not pushing,
just reading
what I don’t say.
Don’t trust you yet,
this will take a while.
I like you though,
you make me smile.
Are you playing a game?
Seen this before,
is it the same?
It’s easy now
to shut the door.
But I don’t want
this anymore.
You’re making me
move in unsafe grounds.
Scared of these sounds.
What if it’s,
again,
a miss?
you seem to be,
who knows how
to handle me.
Nice but slow,
not pushing,
just reading
what I don’t say.
Don’t trust you yet,
this will take a while.
I like you though,
you make me smile.
Are you playing a game?
Seen this before,
is it the same?
It’s easy now
to shut the door.
But I don’t want
this anymore.
You’re making me
move in unsafe grounds.
Scared of these sounds.
What if it’s,
again,
a miss?
Reacties op dit gedicht
| missprinces: | Woensdag, oktober 11, 2006 18:34 |
| heel mooi, kvoel me net hetzelfde nu, hopelijk komt voor jou alles goed! | |
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| Gecontroleerd door: Marina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 01 oktober 2006 | ||
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