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?
"If someone has to get hurt,
ReplyDeleteWhy 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
^^ and I´m really happy that I have my blog here. thank you becca for that ;)
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