tisdag, januari 8

Bleeding love.

He never tried to put his hands on me,
eaven though I know he wanted to.
He respected me as a human being.
And I really hoped that we could get serious, but not it all seems to be lost.
Yesterday I held him in my arms, kissed his lips, played with his hair...
Yesterday, all my troubles seemed so far away.

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