donderdag 15 november 2012

Thought without name



Blood rushing
Cheeks blushing
Hands. Touching.
Love something.
Fear nothing
What we had we no longer have
No more did you care, since the moment you left
Fearing love, I will not
Broken or shattered; giving up, I will not
Know what you lost when deciding to leave
Facing the fact you no longer have me
The tremble in your voice, the look in your eyes
Body-language; it speaks with no lies
You can…Hate, ignore, bully me away
BUT. I wish you find love, like I did one day.

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