Monday, April 27, 2009

Your face, his face, your face

Scary, how your face turn to his
Even scarier, everything feels better that way
When ailing wrinkle close to your mouth becomes a dimple
I´m scared of which swamp I´m sinking you
When I can´t pull you out either

When I lose you and find him
My joy is great
But as you come back guilt doesn´t remain quiet
Where the hell I´m stamping you
Can´t you oppose me
If someone has to get hurt,
Why can´t it be me?

2 comments:

  1. "If someone has to get hurt,
    Why can´t it be me?"

    those last lines just blew the hell out of me! :O

    its an awesome feeling to read all your poems in your blog! really awesome!! :D

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  2. ^^ and I´m really happy that I have my blog here. thank you becca for that ;)

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