comme si, comme ça
que sera, sera
blah blah blah
what are you saying?
je ne sais pas
pardon my franglais
ma langue est anglais
I hope I pass the exam
dans le mois de mai
Apr 1, 2013
Apr 1, 2013 at 10:02 AM UTC
She is heavy
In the mind and in the soul
She is a love so impure
But that love is beautiful all the same
She makes broken men feel whole
She is a blessing in disgust
A lost soldier in a lost world
She is eager to satisfy
The dreams of every dreamer that ever graced
The presence of her race
She is human, imperfect
She is crying
Her tears can be heard falling
But her sobs are silent
She is in love with ideas and notions
She is a dream unfurled
She is the kiss you’ll always remember
The eyes you’ll never forget
She is trying
She is in love with a man
Who doesn’t care
She calls him
But he never answers
She knocks on his door
But he never lets her in
She’s leaving
Maybe I should have answered the door
But it’s too late
She’s already gone
Jun 2, 2011
Jun 2, 2011 at 1:58 AM UTC
things are not what they seem to be.
a blade of grass is a field of ruin,
dust moves in a circle,
and death is a false end.
things are not what they are.
god is existence,
the future is set in stone,
yet even mountains move,
given time.
things are not.
faith is complacence,
an onyx tower, buried,
in the amber depths of the heart...
May 16, 2011
May 16, 2011 at 2:31 AM UTC