I have waited
Long enough
I have lived
Every moment
Every waking moment
Towards you
Wearing my hooded shirt
Melting in the crowds
I left a window open
For you to crawl inside
I crossed a brick arcade
And drank under the moon
The bet has been paid
To the creatures of the night
I spread the scents on your bed
And died the tip of your shawl
You fled the lights instead
Left no shadow in sight
I hung my hair on a tree
And swam in the blue satin mist
The retched gates wait for me
From your fate I shall not hide
Et je vais t’aimer
Chaque jour
Un peu plus chaque jour
Un peu moins chaque jour
Je vais penser a toi
Chaque jour
Jusqu’au jour quand
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8 comments:
you miss him!
memories are not meant to be forgotten.
you will never be able to forget, instead you will learn how to live with... and that's much better. more enriching. a step closer towards "complete".
good luck!
just lines z... just random lines
tab chou! how am i supposed to know... I take everything you write seriously :P
hint ;)
when i write about me, i say 'her'. makes it easier to talk about it. sounds weird i know and now you know.
don't take what i write seriously :) i take a small feeling and run wild with it.
hehe, this is why I like it here... your blog!
* thnx for the hint.
mais il me semble que Narcissus a quitte la scene dans ce tableau!
have you got the title wrong? or is this a genius hint to tell us/him something by cropping him out? hahaha, (et comme toujours, elle rit aux eclats!)
Diabolical... i expect no less my dear :) narcissus is still in notre dame, teaching Quasimodo some self-worth... hahaha..maintenant je ris aux eclats.
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