The first kiss
(with the wrong guy.)
in a dark place.
I can fell that it is wrong
-but I'm powerless.
The kiss burns my lips,.
And deep into my soul.
I close my eyes try to pick myself up again
-try to say that your gone
but im powerless
-I cannot breath
my body is burning,
it used to be love,
now its pure hate,
-I am burning up from inside.
You are still here
-the first kiss is over,
and you dissapear.
Ones again my lips turns cold.
I am grabing for air, trying to catch my self again.
You walk into my dreams
kissing me,
field me with even more hate,
I push you away, you dissapear.
-I wash my soul
catch my breath, survive.
Skrevet d.
11. august 2005, 17:16
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