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Crash my heart
I am sweating...
The pain...
The question...
The loss...
Where is the truth?
Where is my youth?
Where all the men go?
Will their hearts grow?
What is missing?
What is the meaning?
Who's crying?
Him? Me?
Them?
I want to touch
Your curly hair
Crawl and punch
You when you stare
The way you don't
Take position
Is the worst of
All pain
The way you refuse
That someone else can feel
Is so pretentious
And leaves you unreal...
But that is the harvest
Of your foolish crop
North, South, East or West
I cannot see a single drop...
Auteur : Sandy, le Dimanche 7 Août 2005, 14:51 dans la rubrique Les Maux Pour Le Dire.
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La suite (et fin?)
I want to touch
Your curly hair
But cry and scream
When you don't care
The way you don't
Connect yourself
Crashes my heart
Shouts the soulname of the Elf
The way you refuse
That someone else can feel
Is so pretentious
And leaves you unreal...
But that is the harvest
Of your foolish belief
North, South, East or West
Away you fly, fly like a leaf