I thought your Hand is infected
Since we both cut everything down from where we started, stopped or where, I thought you're dangerous.
My words, I thought, wouldn't even bother you.
You didn't change at all,
you knew,
I would never ever say no.
,,Maybe asking?"
When confronting you,
you get red,
your smile stands still,
and your eyes look holes on walls.
,,No, don't listen to him",
I still observed you,
and I thought,
You tried to hurt them.
,,Adna, he just asked for my book"
While he had my book infront of him.
Because I said that,
He understood.
He understood,
That.
He understands..
Copyright © Adna Demiri | Year Posted 2024
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