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Coming BackYou're destined to come back,
in one of those rainy nights
when the bells ring,
and people rejoice
you'll be there
and cry your pain over my soul.
You seek a lap to hide
from the truth in everybody's eyes
and warm up in my embrace
but my heart is colder than snow
and I poured poison in your glass
My heart promised me,
you'll come back
and sing our song,
call me love, and
promise yourself to me.
Repeat your words of longing
for my laughter, my smile
and I only fear my soul will give
before your lullaby.
I'm still waiting, you know,
for that rainy night when
you knock on my door,
and i will ask you
why you ran away?
who you left me for?
Go back, follow your greed
to your toys of diamond and gold.
This heart is long gone,
along with its shattered soul,
but be careful don't drink that wine
I still poured poison in your glass.
You always said we should
count the stars one by one,
for when we reach an infinite,
we'll find the happiness we always sought.
Your bedtime stories were always
about the good, old lady who
decided to knit a blanket for
all the children of the world but,
someone always got left out.
Now I wonder if this was your way
of telling me we were never meant to last.
You braid my dreams,
a single strand at a time,
In each knot I'd hide a runaway fish,
and in every braid I'd search for a hope.
You said I could be the princess,
and you're the knight who'd keep me safe,
because the world around us is so cruel
but you never told me,
I had to be strong on my own.
I vowed to pray in your name,
whenever you lit a candle,
in search for more of our promises
that scattered away in the dark,
but we both knew you won't find any,
you've already gave them to someone else
you were no longer mine,
I barely recognize you anymore.
I wonder if I'll stop seeing the spring
He and SheHe was religion,
she was the world,
it took her a while,
but she slowly believed.
His verses filled her with a hope,
beyond her wildest dreams.
He was love,
She was society.
He seeped in her structures
built skyscrapers in her skies
and mended the cracks in her fragile bones
He was imagination,
and she was insanity.
together they were the spark
of an idea, that ignited
a blaze on her mountain peaks
He was the winter,
and she warmed him up.
She was the summer,
and he was her shade.
They blended together,
a match set by fate.
Their path was dark,
so they lit a candle
and were burned by its flames.
The autumn of their love
turned into falling leaves,
and she was the victim
of a passion that killed her
in her early years of spring.
Blame it on loveHe set his heart on fire
and threw it far away
wiped a few drops of tears off his face
and drew a smile across his lips
no one warned him about crossing love,
he'd only had guidance for crossing a busy street.
He heard so many stories of passions
he thought himself immune,
but he fell so hard and knew
he'd never learned a dime.
So innocent and strong, he jumped right in
never thought he might lose the fight.
She was the one he thought to be true,
a new hope, a future and a promise of an i do
so many dreams after marriage,
of two kids, a white fence and a cozy home
they never thought they could drift apart.
But the days of longing and wait,
faded when they first cried
something broke that night,
and never ceased to crack
they looked over details
and clung to traits of the past.
Now he's in limbo,
not knowing which way to choose
Can't leave, can't move on and rejoin the show
no answers given, no ways to quick heal
only regrets he spilled his heart out,
Eye of the StormI believed I could make the wind blow,
and force the moon to shine at night,
create rainbows just by thinking,
and hold tea parties for fairies in July,
I was the queen of my own graceful lands.
Yet, I grew old and realized,
I am the kind of girl who'd trip and fall,
often for stepping on her own feet.
My crown of diamond and gold
now a rusted piece of bronze,
I lost my throne to treason, my kingdom to hate,
I became the eye of a hurricane,
loaded with mishaps I need to atone.
I felt the soft touches of angels,
and lost my own wings to demons who could crush stone.
Felt the scorching tears run so often,
I knew I must have hit bottom low.
I had nothing holy, no one to call dear,
but here I am, the starting point of my own storm.
I felt fear, clung to shadows,
encased my heart within marble walls,
and threw the keys that can unlock my soul.
So many chances I've lost with no love to seek,
and so many people I turned my back to.
I let the darkness gnaw through my bones.
Haunt me my misery, my loveI feel like crying myself to sleep,
and hope I'd wake up
to a new world where you don't exist.
Where streets don't have a past
songs have no special meaning
and people no longer ask about us.
Or maybe I'd bang my head against a wall,
to slip into a blissful amnesia
and no longer recall your voice.
I wish for a seasonless Earth
without the burning heat of July
nor the rainy days of December.
Just an eternal night, with endless snow
where the fog on the cold windows
is not tainted with the letters of your name.
I wish to take my love back,
pour it into glasses of wine
and drink to the melodies of madness
we joyfully chanted to hollow wind.
I pray and plead for a dreamless snooze,
away from the fires your lips hold
and the sighs of my old bed
when it feels the lack of your warmth.
Maybe I'll pull the covers over myself and curl,
try to convince myself I don't feel pain
and hope to forget you, run away,
and slowly cry myself to sleep
into a land no longer haunted with our
MartyrI don't want a wedding dress,
No music, no roses,
On our wedding day,
I'll wear black,
and use your blood-stained helmet
as my veil.
On our wedding day,
I'll hang our pictures out
on the fence around the house,
light candles in your name,
enough to make the stars bow to your allure.
Your lingering scent will replace the odor of spring,
and every new blossom will have a piece of you.
On our wedding day,
I'll wear the makeup you always loved,
and I'll wait under the old tree in our little town
My tears will run, but I won't dry them,
I'll welcome you with mascara lines running down my face
On the day of our wedding, I'll wear black.
Hold my head up high, and put on your helmet as my veil
I'll wait for you in front of everyone, and run to you,
when you come up the narrow, bumpy road.
On the day of our wedding, I'll cry.
Hug the flag that warms your cold body,
and replace the laurel on your forehead with mint
I'll hold you, claim our first kiss,
on that day, I'll be your glorious bri
A whiff of MadnessYou're not mine,
you're the madness standing
at the door where love once tread.
But now it's the crossroad
for stories that end in boredom,
carried out by different heroes.
But ours is never changing,
always the same through each go.
I walk through the same gates
and march to my death on my own.
I was just a dream in your fairy tale,
brought to you by a morning breeze
that awakened a starvation for your embrace,
and the scent of your perfume
hiding in the scarf I stole from you.
You are the shining star,
the prince of a realm within rain
the whispers in the vineyard,
and the music I danced to every night.
but why are you here right now?
Could it be that you're back?
The actual you, the lover I lost,
not the parade of masks you adore.
I forgot the pain, the tears,
and ran out of mother's warning voice,
right to the other end of the world.
I hoped the stars would guide me to you
Your glimpse was a curse,
that caused constellations to burn,
All over againLet's get to know one another again,
meet in a planned coincidence
and pretend we've never seen each other before.
It'd be the first time you see me
and I'd blush like mad,
when you mention how charmed you are
by my smile.
Let's forget all that happened,
and love all the way from the start.
walk through the same street,
under a very light rain
listen to our song,
while you slowly hold my hand.
Each night I'd wait your call,
so we'd talk, sleep and wake,
get used to us once more
you'd become my drug again,
my blissful addiction.
Let's throw away the lies,
the treason, the dreadful remarks,
and all the hurtful words
wipe our tears and let go of the pain.
yet my tears refuse to dry
I miss you, I long for you
but now I remember,
choking on our legendary love.
I can't forget the day
you finally let me go.
I'm burned and used,
Broken, can't be fixed.
I hold the scars you left me
across my battered heart.
Every day it withers
He is my sinHis blue navy eyes keep me sidetracked,
As we walk side by side, along the far-off road
Nothing on this planet matters anymore,
Except this wooded fragrance of his
My mind into the seventh sky,
My body strays into his comforting arms.
Crystalline surface of this lake, swans are lazing
Our bikes resting on the alabaster sand
Lost among the aging greenish hills
Only the moon is looking at us.
So many sweet words are coming out of my soothed throat
Former lioness. His curved grin... I'm a kitty.
Lying - on the grass remains the shape of our promises
The taste of his tepid lips is a prohibited commodity.
I wish I hadn't lost so much time fooling around
A bright future will bloom from my former miserable life.
Jealous birds are mocking our terrestrial innocence
Daisies loudly whisper "passionately" to my ears
Mother Nature is painted admirably, our kisses fly away through sneaky twilight.
Haikus from the moon
Sad grin on the moon
Steaming ruins on Earth's surface
This world is dying -
Sourire triste sur la lune
Des ruines fumantes sur la surface de la Terre
Ce monde se meurt -
Lighted by the stars
How impatient Nature is -
A camellia blooms
Éclairé par les étoiles
La Nature est si impatiente -
Un camélia éclos
Cold tears falling down,
In front of her mother's grave
Even time has stopped
De froides larmes qui tombent,
Devant la tombe de sa mère
Même le temps s'est arrêté
He can't be goneLying down peacefully in this bed
Like a sleeping butterfly
His perfume still embalms the room.
His relatives' tears are resounding
I was told there is nothing much to do
I was told he didn't suffer at all.
He can't be gone.
Yet, I can see him smiling
His loveliness as unrealistic as usual.
Naive people tried to comfort me
How could they understand
Our relationship was outstanding.
Why can't I do anything
Except silently crying.
Yet, I'm sure he is staring at me.
Why is my mind so gelid.
When I'm reflecting everything we shared
More memories than if we've lived a thousand years
I will never, ever find someone like him
Able to understand my very soul.
Tears won't definitely stop running on my cheeks.
God, take my life instead
This world has no use of my soul.
Even eternity would have been too short for us.
I feel worthless, pathetic...
...And especially empty.
I don't care for this world anymore.
Don't leave me
I beg you
I need you
You gave my life a meaning
I would have rather died a m
The wooden floor creaked under her tiny shoes,
Resonating among the walls of the confined room.
On the brown desk, a handwork clock tinkled ten times.
Two weeks old dishes stacking beneath the dark gloom.
The old man stared through his wide opaque glasses,
Grey beard putrefying as an old cedar's roots.
He took off his brown coat, a temporary moult;
Sharply closing the main door like he felt a jolt.
The creepy atmosphere charged up with some distrust-
A lonely light bulb sparkled quickly, then vanished.
Thunders through windows, barely enough to see shapes,
This whole place represented nothing but disgust.
Stopping his wine up
He sat on the rotten bed
And gestured the little girl to come closer
Wrapping his arm around her
"Sweetie, would you like to see my plush rabbit?"
Never tell me you love meI'm not a pebble in your ocean,
I'm not a speck of dust in your universe,
I'm the lava in your mountain,
And without me you're just a canopy of trees,
I make you brilliant, I define power in you.
I make you breathe fire,
I make you speak as though you burn the whole world,
I'm the infinite universe contained in your tiny vessel,
I'll burn you down, scorch you into million constellations,
And incinerate every second of your memories into ashes.
So believe me when I say this,
You can never love me,
You are incapable of loving me.
-Never tell me you love me
Falling dreamI still remembered the first time you told me
About that dream of yours, the one you cherished so much.
Quiet morning, sitting over rubble,
Even grizzled fallen leaves carefully listened.
This burning passion it triggered inside you
This childish and innocent gaze in your prospect eyes
Every sinner would have seen redemption in your words.
And yet this very dream you treasured,
Led you to your last smile.
Knelt, I swore I'll handle this torch of your will
On your grave, tears felt, promise rised.
No matter how mighty mountains will be
This world isn't strong enough to stop our friendship's bond.
But though, what am I doing here like that?
I jumped from the steeple...
Drained of any happiness...
Flattened on the soiled ground...
What a long drop it was.
From my steaming agony,
Our dream evaporates into this hopeless air.
What have you done?"Worthless being, you don't deserve anybody's affection."
"...I already know."
He was holding his heavy head
Full of shame and lies instead
Tears wanted to flee but were stuck
His body motionless as a trunk
"You hurt her terribly this time, you silly moron."
"...Oh shut your mouth."
"She was kind and blind enough to love you, and yet..."
Slowly realizing what he has done
This petty mind was torn
From any sane mental state he flew
Painfully raising the head anew
"...You're pissing me off."
"And yet, you screwed everything she has brought you."
"...Stop talking, you piece of trash."
The gaze abnormally empty
Darkness surrounding him as a krone
World has become hostile so quickly
In his dreary room, alone
"...I should really stop talking to myself."
Six years ago.I wasn't ready for you. I was ready
for a brawl. I was ready to trade in the hand
I'd been dealt for new cards, all of them
the queen of hearts. I was ready
to fight my mother for the next four years,
to blow so many holes in our relationship that we're
still half-sunk & bailing water out of a boat
we don't recognise anymore.
I was ready for a drink. I was ready
to hit rock bottom & start digging, to put out
my own fire with dirt and a shovel. I was ready
to be the kind of shitty girlfriend that leaves
you hanging on the other end of the line
while I chain smoke cigarettes
in the rain,
to spend six years and counting
waiting for another man to hit me,
to stay up late every night deciding
whether to walk away this time
or close my eyes and take it.
I was a rabid dog in too-small skin, itching
to break everything around me
until I felt whole again.
I wasn't ready to be happy.
I was on hands and skinned knees crawling
towards the day that I would.
Spring Leaf (1/4)Celine remembered that night as an outstanding one
Alcohol's traitorous climbing had already begun
Rhythmic and noisy vibrations attacking her eardrums.
She wonders who was that cutie emptying his glass
Drunkness moved her legs to him, flickering
Puke on your crush is definitely not a decent greeting.
Gabriel actually found it cute, but a bit smelling,
He took care of her as if they were sibling.
...Time proceeded, two souls were having fun
Seeds of love sure have grown under the sun
From their laughs and grins, flowers of happiness bloomed.
Windy night under the stars, a first kiss happened.
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