Suicide-dress
He leaned into her
the way of a kiss
A touch of silk
stopped his motions
He looked at her,
eyes all serious;
-I’m jealous of your dress
You wear it
almost every day.
It touches your skin
more than I do-
-I know- she said,
I know, in a sigh,
This is my special dress.
I only wear this
on days I want to die.
the way of a kiss
A touch of silk
stopped his motions
He looked at her,
eyes all serious;
-I’m jealous of your dress
You wear it
almost every day.
It touches your skin
more than I do-
-I know- she said,
I know, in a sigh,
This is my special dress.
I only wear this
on days I want to die.
Reacties op dit gedicht
| september: | Woensdag, maart 19, 2014 01:27 |
| Bijzonder mooi geschreven, het komt echt binnen. Liefs | |
| mima: | Dinsdag, maart 18, 2014 20:05 |
| This is my special dress. I only wear this on days I want to die. erg mooi verwoord |
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| Gers van Nevel: | Dinsdag, maart 18, 2014 11:32 |
| Autobiografisch? | |
Over dit gedicht
| Auteur: StupidFrog | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Sheena | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 18 maart 2014 | ||
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