duminică, 31 octombrie 2010

I bet she'll never know

I bet she still kisses you good night every Saturday.
I bet she still hopes you'll caress her when she's sad.
I bet you still make her cry.
I bet you still go in the middle of the night to make up to her.
I bet she never feels the different smell of your skin, or the different taste of your tongue.
I bet you still kill her a little every moment.
it's the first time I want to lose a bet I made from my own will.

I bet she'll never know about the small crime we take blame for.

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