Jeroen van der Steen

Her Words

I am not mysterious
I am not fascinating
I am not intelligent

I don’t know you
We don’t know each other

Their was no red
Their was no blue

Their was only white,
white of strange feelings
And forgotten stars

Their was only black,
black of unwanted truth
And desiring night

I didn’t make your hearth shake,
with my words

I didn’t make your voice shake,
with my face

Their was no
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