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Nous tombons parfois amoureux de la bonne personne De la parfaite, de l'immaculée ou de la plus mauvaise poltronne
I could see that pain and hatred in your eyes The moment she spurned you as childish and unwise. I know how it feels to be scorned and chastised. I know how it feels to go against those baptized.
I watch you with a shade of sadness as you pale away from my presence.My heart rate bleating with a fiery roar as I watch your soul attempt an escape.
Scared of the “outside” So we stay in and hide We hide behind a screen That will sooner destroy us then try and reconnect us.
fear is the mayor and the villain in every heart, clasping closed on faith he snips out everything you believe in and replaces with worry doubt, and despair- hope is all gone
Ive always hidden from his eyes
Be brave, he said But a coward am I
he was only a boy yound and bold, unable to be dragged down smothly surfing along with the tide flow of life searching for nothing other than love. he spent his days thinking about her
You are a coward. A coward with temptations, That you could not resist The evil damnations. That leave my stomach in a twist. Why did you do it? You said you loved me more.
Death he is a warrior, charging head-on men of great strength and valor. Death he is a coward, Reaping youth of no accomplishment or stature.
Coward you are. It was hard for me. I wrote you a letter and asked for a reply. How hard can it be when I sit behind you every other day. All I wrote was that I like you. Two years.