Le pire pourrait être qu'on ne comprend pas pourquoi. Le Baume pour un peu apaiser nos cœurs, c'est qu'on la retrouvera au ciel. Le meilleur, on le dit en larmes reste à venir La douleur faut être sincère ne s'évanouirai pas de Jamais. La vie, on la vivra avec ce trou baignant Aide nous à faire le deuil Dieu. Mais on ne veut pas Oublier notre tata. Car comme ça, une partie d'elle, toujours, restera avec nous. Jusqu'au jour où ça sera notre tour Console Seigneur Console Père Console Saint-Esprit La Douleur brûle comme la glace Paix à notre maman
Saving for nothing the lazy will say. I take no money I make no pay. Nerves are shot hair is gray. Not living for tomorrow just for today. We're breaking her back she's down on her knees. They make the plague and invent the disease as they steal from the poor and make em' say please. The weather forecast says we're in for a naked storm. Build up the bombs that burst from the core. So we can pile up the bodies on a course for the morgue. Fire on the warpath so the corpses are warm. Call it their duty so they believe that they're needed policing the masses until their lives are depleted. Sitting at the lip on the edge of the cliff believing the lies, losing your grip. fingers are ****** as you're feeling em' slip. Sliding down fast with your fleeting regret. They're breaking her back she's begging them please. Feed her some plague and make her believe. Build a device to maker concede propagate War set the beast free. Batten down the hatches prepare for the storm. Send a barrage of bullets on a course for the norm. Settle for nothing and you'll never have more. coddle your loved ones to make them feel warm.
I put my fingure on you profile bar to see you clear and have you more closer. That the only thing every time I do. Because, yesterday's tulip still in the garden.
When the account blink online I press my side button and go for a sleep. It's now a Enstine relativity, that you are busy with someone's chat or in my dream.
It's almost full - text in form of draft. Unspoken word with immature love. I wish to format my brain with full of your picture and smile. But the backup is store in my heart Not in my pendrive. You have me in your contact list I have tag you in my all poem. I am waiting for a morning to pickup that yesterday's tulip still in garden.
When we connect to our loving one by only social media