Why...
Why do you use me as a toy?
You told me you enjoy,
Smile because you made tears rolling of my cheek,
While you tell me I am so weak.
I’m sick of being hurt,
And the blood on my shirt.
We were once more then only good friends,
Then were does this hate come from is this our end?
I remember that one day,
It seems like it was yesterday.
You came closer to me,
And you kissed me.
It happened on a lake,
But the day next you told me it was a mistake.
Then I saw your arms were blue,
Then I asked you what happened you told me you were used to it that it wasn’t new.
You told me your father didn’t want us to be,
Maybe that’s why you started hitting me.
I don’t know,
I don’t think I will ever know.
But I will never believe that you detest me,
After that kiss and your hands on me I just can’t see,
How you could possible detest me.
I only know no matter what you will do,
I will never ever even think about stop loving you.
Reacties op dit gedicht
| CrAzY*TeEnAgEr: | Donderdag, augustus 16, 2007 13:19 |
| aaah zo bedoel je okey ik snapem ja zijn vader is vreselijk hij heeft mijn leven verpest :( maarja ik zie mijn marokaan nog graag ookal slaagt hij me |
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| CrAzY*TeEnAgEr: | Donderdag, augustus 16, 2007 12:47 |
| ale mn lief |
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| CrAzY*TeEnAgEr: | Donderdag, augustus 16, 2007 12:47 |
| vader :s eam neje vriend eigelijk maarja | |
| Sw3et_Survive: | Donderdag, augustus 16, 2007 12:36 |
| Wow, nou leuke vader.. :S Niet dus.. ik wist niet dat zoiets kon gebeuren. Ben er sprakeloos van... Heel veel sterkte Liefs Eline |
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| Auteur: CrAzY*TeEnAgEr | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Marina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 16 augustus 2007 | ||
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