J’aime
les trésors petits.
J’aime les choses que me fais sentir
très contente.
Je suis une fille
simple.
Quelquefois je ferme les yeux
et je fais comme si je suis haut le monde,
seulement.
Le bonheur,
il irradie de tous les pores de mon être.
J’adore
les choses simplement.
J’adore
le monde.
J’adore
adorer.

Lie to me.

That sweet sound;
What I want to hear,
what I need to hear -
not the same.
Lie to me.
Make me feel
alive once again.
A charade,
make-believe.
Lie to me.
Wrap me up.
A dream come true -
if only for a moment.
Lie to me.
I cannot handle the truth any longer.

Je souhaite que tous les jours sont remplis de soleil.
Je souhaite que la lueur dans l'œil ne s'effacera jamais.
Je souhaite que je peux vous donner tout le bonheur du monde.
Je souhaite que je peux effacer toutes vos larmes.
Je souhaite que vous suivez toujours vos rêves
Je souhaite que tous vos désirs seront exaucés.

sleep, child.
sleep away the pain.
rest your weary mind.
not a child any longer.
forced to bow to the strong winds of adversity.
unable to hold your head high,
no matter how strong the efforts.
the rain seems to pour for days.
forgotten is the warm sunshine of yesteryear.
breathe, child.
breathe in the fresh air.
the winds have seemed to change.
for your patience,
you are rewarded.
the sun will shine,
tomorrow will come.

You want me out?
Okay, good, I'm gone.
Am I dispensable to you?
Meaningless? Nothing?
Well let me tell you one thing:
the true thing.
This fun thing -
the try-ing,
I'm done.
All I want is friendship
but that ship
has sailed.
And you're left ashore,
for sure.
I'm sure,
that this time: you're worse off than before.
I give you the kindness, the caring,
the having your cake and eating it too.
I'm tolerant.
But this thing,
this holding my tongue,
is like holding my breath -
I'm blue.
I'm through.
And you?
Well good luck my friend,
'cause in the end
I swear I still care.
I love you like a brother,
like I've learned,
but another thing:
getting burned?
Not my favorite.
But one last time
before my rhyme is done:
On my list,
no matter what list,
you'll always be number one.

Strange,
new,
foreign.
His hand touches mine-
electricity.
Unimaginable, feeling like this again...
... so alive
His lips touch mine and I'm reborn,
reincarnated,
flying.
But oh! I'm so scared -
free-falling.
Who's to know what is beneath me?
So I trust,
open up,
let go.
On the tip of my tongue,
at the bottom of my soul,
I feel the words forming.
Heart beating in time
to my mind that is racing.
His sight:
pure ecstasy,
pure bliss,
so high.
I am swept away,
away,
in a wind scented with it.
The noun,
the verb,
the adjective.
So vast,
and oh-so premature.
So blissful,
so sinful,
so wrong,
so right.
Can't clear my head,
can't come down,
can't slow my heart -
I don't want to.
Closer,
closer,
the ****** of expression;
the words push at the back of my teeth.
I need to say it,
I need you to know it,
reciprocate,
appreciate:
"I think I'm falling in love with you."