She remembers the day they met
Right down to the minute
Her life has never been the same
Sitting alone in the dark
Staring into the night
Her life has never ever been the same
She cries, "It's a mystery
Can anybody see it,
How much this is hurting me?
It's black magic
It's the season of the witch."
Blame the moon.
Beth Hart
2 comments:
Gave foto's mooi gedicht!
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Groetjes x
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