A game
I’m here in your chamber,
Touching your stuff,
Tasting from you tea,
Looking to your clothes
Doing this,
All in secret.
Sneak in,
Sneak out.
Someday,
You'll know,
Who I am.
But for now,
We play a game.
A game,
That you can’t lose,
Or win.
A game,
that you don’t understand.
Touching your stuff,
Tasting from you tea,
Looking to your clothes
Doing this,
All in secret.
Sneak in,
Sneak out.
Someday,
You'll know,
Who I am.
But for now,
We play a game.
A game,
That you can’t lose,
Or win.
A game,
that you don’t understand.
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Dreamweave: | Woensdag, november 21, 2007 13:30 |
| het was een soort droom die ik vanacht had. Normaal snap ik vaak mijn dromen maar nu dus absoluut niet. Het leek net op een 1 of ander vaag spel. Vandaar dit. | |
| bijouken: | Woensdag, november 21, 2007 13:15 |
| I do''nt like to play games with peoples. | |
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| Auteur: Dreamweave | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Anastacia | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 21 november 2007 | ||
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