what he doesn't know
What he doesn't know is
that his scars are beautiful
What he doesn't know is
his imperfections are what make me whole
What he doesn't know is
that I lie awake
Wishing he's here tonight
What he doesn't know is
that I still love him
How would he know, how could he know
But I'm keeping silent.
What he doesn't know
I have studied the way he walks
What he doesn't know is
that he's poetry for me
But how would he know, how could he know...
I'm keeping silent.
B.S.L 29/09/2007 23:26
ich mag den schnitt des bildes. aber ich denek in sw würde es besser wirken.aber der text. ich seh mich selbst drin. tut weh