Sharpened nails
Sharpened nails
shadows are emerging
capturing my dreams
the sky looks like a virgin
but nothing is what it seems
and I'm begging, begging
get out, get out my head
get out
to let me in
the form of sharpened nails
scars under your skin
your life looks oh so frail
no wonder you won't let me in
and I'm begging, begging
catch, catch a glimpse of me
catch
to let me go
Anita©
shadows are emerging
capturing my dreams
the sky looks like a virgin
but nothing is what it seems
and I'm begging, begging
get out, get out my head
get out
to let me in
the form of sharpened nails
scars under your skin
your life looks oh so frail
no wonder you won't let me in
and I'm begging, begging
catch, catch a glimpse of me
catch
to let me go
Anita©
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Autumn2: | Zaterdag, juli 30, 2011 08:58 |
| Graag gelezen, erg mooi! | |
| LovesRequiem: | Zaterdag, juli 30, 2011 00:38 |
| Er is niemand dood hoor, mijn gedichten zijn fictie. Dit gaat overigens ook niet over een moord, maar over liefde en de pijn die er bij komt. | |
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| Auteur: LovesRequiem | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Sheena | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 30 juli 2011 | ||
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