His Pitfall
His sweet embrace grabs hold,
encloses my overloaded mind.
His intentions not so bad,
but there the pitfall is behind.
Trembling as he caresses me,
I'm fainthearted for a mirage.
He pleadingly says "Let's cease
the flaw, create a new image."
I just shrugged, with hesitation,
Fearing a dismay of my lover.
Fragile as this moment may be,
faking a smile he won't discover.
So after everyting we achieved,
A landslide brought us down.
There will be tears to shed again,
And on my work, that is the crown.
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| Auteur: Blubvisje | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: maria | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 06 oktober 2008 | ||
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