Nifes in my soul
Poem:
Your hands on my body
Like nifes in my soul
I’m sick of you in me,
Waiting for you to stop
Your breath on my cheek
One tear on my face
The fear is running trough my veins
Your glance directed to me.
How could I trust you
You… my best friend
I would feel it time after time
Every night.. as long as I live
Ms-SpOrtY*, vrouw, 12 jaar
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