Poems from dhanika.louise
It is I
The voice in your head
Has come back again
To haunt you once more
There’s no escaping me
Oh how glad you must be to meet me again...
It is I
The voice in your head
Has come back again
To haunt you once more
There’s no escaping me
Oh how glad you must be to meet me again...
You scare me.
I´m afraid to talk to you
Afraid of what I might give
And what I might get back
You scare me.
I´m afraid to stand with you...
speak
your voice can be louder than the static of the television
the same television that is broadcasting opinion aftery theory and turning...