To my first love, Alice.
I never got to your inner child, so you say
I never needed you to leave or even stay,
But have you ever expected me to fight?
And so prepared yourself some kind of early flight...
Yet i wait for a nevercoming call from you
Leaving me was the easiest thing to do,
I wish i knew the purpose of that run
I wish it is true and you have all the fun,
But true it is not, lying to yourself a bit
This was all about standing by a taller boy
Some love just can't take it all and fit
Some love are seen but just scares the joy.
Truth is i made myself too hard to be stood by,
i was stronger than a lie and higher than a fly,
I realize now you couldn't have kept up,
I do know now i shouldn't have looked up.
Gone you are and so fade my damn steady will
I can't beat the challenge of your abscence
All i have now is a short path of non-sense
And the price to pay seems like a deadly bill.
The sun keeps throwing hopes at the window,
Of course he knows where you belong,
I tell him that my fate has come so long
That it's vain lights, for there'll be no tommorow...
Never the time had fell so perfectly,
Nor for the shiny eyes to close only
Nor for the slowly smile to fake and see,
But maybe in order to mark myself a fee.
I barely feel the shadows of noon ticking,
The clock shows me a minute made of tears
And all my body cries in some painfully fears,
From every step the Death is tonight promising.
Some blood on the floor is never meant to dry,
A flow of souvenirs will stick onto the ground
And i may lose my soul in that filthy round,
But forever will remain my last and bloody cry:
"Remember the blue tree where the wind won't blow,
Its leaves will never die and never really grow,
But if you listen close enough you'll hear a show
That no one else can dance unless you join the flow."
Blake Summers.















Comments
I'd like to read it in French too
Hope you're doing fine, it's been a while since we've talked.
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A friend can tell you things you don't want to tell yourself. ~Frances Ward Weller
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When u read 4 urself, whose voice do u hear in your head? [T.L.S]
Semaine chargée mais j'essairai de passer te faire un ti coucou quand je peux !
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A friend can tell you things you don't want to tell yourself. ~Frances Ward Weller
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