Die for love:
There once was a girl who was searching for love,
A love she could never find,
'Til the day she met a dove,
Who made her be the one,
Who makes people go blind:
"Take this arrow,
Love-less-little-girl,
And make the pain and sorrow go away in every peoples heart,
Except yours!
And if someone is able to do the same for you,
You shall have the happiest heart.
But for if you stop,
And make yourself fall in love,
Your faith should be death!
So,
She walked along the streets,
Making people falling in love,
With the hope that one day someone would do the same for her.
But never has she been so lonely.
With her arrow,
She kept walki
Te rappelles-tu de cette danse en ce mois de novembre,
Quand j'étais encore celle que tu voulais?
Cette magnifique dance romantique sur le morceau d'Elvis Presley.
Celle où nous nous sommes embrassés pour la première fois,
Tu m'avais appris à aimer tout en dansant,
Je suivais tes pats
Si simple, si précis.
Et me voilà:
Me revoilà à me morfondre,
Comme une petite poupée à qui on lui aurait volé ses paires de chaussures en verre glacé.
À penser à tout ce que nous aurions pu avoir.
Tu étais celui qui m’a appris à rêver!
Mais où aller,
Pourquo
Seule au quai de la gare... by UnfadingDreams, literature
Literature
Seule au quai de la gare...
Seule au quai de la gare.
Oh train vient à moi, emmène-moi.
Je n'appartiendrais qu'à toi, quoi qu'il arrive,
Je resterais avec toi.
Fait le premier pas,
En toute vitesse,
Je t'attendrais avec impatience, je rêverais de ta vitesse, ta puissance et de ta frayeur.
Et tu arriverais:
Je me pencherais vers toi et j'écouterais le son de ton désespoir; de ta tristesse
Et je te comprendrais.
Tu n'es pas seul, cher train, non tu ne l'es pas
Pourquoi me croire? Je te le montrerais.
Et tu m’apprendra à voler.
Surtout rattrape-moi quand je tomberais...
Die for love:
There once was a girl who was searching for love,
A love she could never find,
'Til the day she met a dove,
Who made her be the one,
Who makes people go blind:
"Take this arrow,
Love-less-little-girl,
And make the pain and sorrow go away in every peoples heart,
Except yours!
And if someone is able to do the same for you,
You shall have the happiest heart.
But for if you stop,
And make yourself fall in love,
Your faith should be death!
So,
She walked along the streets,
Making people falling in love,
With the hope that one day someone would do the same for her.
But never has she been so lonely.
With her arrow,
She kept walki
Seule au quai de la gare... by UnfadingDreams, literature
Literature
Seule au quai de la gare...
Seule au quai de la gare.
Oh train vient à moi, emmène-moi.
Je n'appartiendrais qu'à toi, quoi qu'il arrive,
Je resterais avec toi.
Fait le premier pas,
En toute vitesse,
Je t'attendrais avec impatience, je rêverais de ta vitesse, ta puissance et de ta frayeur.
Et tu arriverais:
Je me pencherais vers toi et j'écouterais le son de ton désespoir; de ta tristesse
Et je te comprendrais.
Tu n'es pas seul, cher train, non tu ne l'es pas
Pourquoi me croire? Je te le montrerais.
Et tu m’apprendra à voler.
Surtout rattrape-moi quand je tomberais...
Without a Second Glance by AngelsDemise, literature
Literature
Without a Second Glance
Little scrap of broken heart
found lying on the bathroom floor
I left it there without a second glance
as I made myself shower for another day,
the water so hot it leaves
beautiful red scorch marks across my back,
so hot it almost,
just almost,
wakes me from my fog
Little scrap of broken soul
found lying by the dressing room mirror
I left it there without a second glance
as I painted on the doll face you expect to see,
a little blush and lipstick to
fake a happy smile,
bright eyeshadow to fake a twinkle in
a dull eye,
maybe they won't notice I'm crying without tears
Little scrap of broken mind
found tucked under a messy bed
I left it th
Listen!
I am screaming,
HELP!
And yet you hear
I'm fine
I repeat it like so many little birds,
squawking back what you expect to hear
Look!
See me,
the bruises and tears and little red cuts
And yet you're blind
I smile and paint myself,
no one sees the thorns
if the flower is pretty enough
I am drowning,
sometimes I get so sad
that I can't breathe
And how am I meant to tell
you about my demons
if they are sitting on my lungs
You don't care anyway
no one does,
but that's okay
Me and these monsters,
well, I guess we'll keep dancing
I am made of words
and burnt out stars
and all the pieces
you left in the wake
of your destruction
there are bits of me
strewn across the ceiling
like those faded glowing stars
you said were our very own universe
you lied you see,
our universe was far too big
to ever be held up by
double sided tape
and wishful thinking
I guess that's why
it destroyed me so,
your burnt out stars
left me trapped here
in the pale greenish glow
with all these words
racing through my blood
leaving scars I wish you could see
You would know how to heal me,
you would know how to
find all the pieces I lost
when our universe collapsed
you would hear all the wo