Naked
Rip of all my clothes
But I won't be naked
Steal all my jewellery
But still I'm not naked
Take everything I posses
Yet I'm not naked
But tare down my walls
See trough my mask
And look at my pain
And I will be naked
You won't ever
Ever come that far
I won't let you
But I won't be naked
Steal all my jewellery
But still I'm not naked
Take everything I posses
Yet I'm not naked
But tare down my walls
See trough my mask
And look at my pain
And I will be naked
You won't ever
Ever come that far
I won't let you
Reacties op dit gedicht
| gewolkte: | Zondag, juli 24, 2011 17:37 |
| ah, een echt bouwvakkersgedicht vergeet niet het prikkeldraad en de camera''s te installeren:D het oog wil ook wat |
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| Wicked Rose: | Zondag, juli 24, 2011 17:22 |
| Why would I? I cause enough pain as it is, showing them what I''ve hidden, who I truly am, would only cause more, unnecessary pain.. Which can be prevented by building walls.. | |
| Just*mi: | Zondag, juli 24, 2011 08:22 |
| Why? won''t you? | |
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| Auteur: Wicked Rose | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 24 juli 2011 | ||
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