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Apr 2017
Tender was my night.

Oh, you don't know how bitter is the night
My shabby dreams are throttling me like a bight
If only you would have kept your feelings under control
It would have prevented you from treating me like a rag doll.

Thus, your love is silence.

You said I shall forget your memories.
Pretending you were just some other fancies
For sure, there is plenty of fish in the sea,
However, you were by far my wonderful and beloved lea.

Thus, your name is silence.

Oh, you don't know how bitter is the night
When the sunset is settled, against you I must struggle and fight
If only you would have not pressed your burning lips on mine
It would have prevented me from quivering from my soul to my spine

Thus, your touch is silence.

Oh, you don't know how bitter is the night
Even if inside the soil of your darkness has sprouted my light
If only you would not have taken my feelings for an illusion
It would have prevented you from sinking me into this delusion.

Thus, your kiss is silence.

You said I shall forget your memories.
Pretending you were just some other fancies
For sure, there is plenty of fish in the sea,
However, you were by far my wonderful and beloved lea.

Oh, you will never know how bitter is my night

Thus, the rest is silence.

January, 4 2013.
Appoline Romanens
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Appoline Romanens  24/F/Nancy, France
(24/F/Nancy, France)   
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