Sonntag, 5. August 2012

On a bridge

You walked away.
He stayed and rubbed my back.
We met you on our way
just standing side by side.
Bitterness was your reaction
and angry were your words.
You pushed and beatet him
for something you thougt he did.
But he just stood there and rubbed my back
while you walked away.

Keine Kommentare:

Kommentar veröffentlichen