Angry eyes,,
Angry eyes spitting fire in your face..
But you cant see it..
Angry hands shaking nervous…
Trying to let them down…
In stead of in your face…
But you don’t get it..
Broken soul try’s to heal..
But you break it further…
With out feeling it….
Broken heart is bleeding..
Bleeds until nothing’s left anymore…
And you don’t try to stop it…
Sad face you’re staring at…
But you don’t get it…
Sad eyes trying to find something on the ground…
To grape it…
And stab you with it…
There is nothing more that I want…
To see you angry, sad and bleeding just like me…
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| Auteur: **Kirsten** | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Sheena | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 03 september 2009 | ||
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