Love of mine, someday you will die, but I'll be close behind, I'll follow you into the dark... Love is watching someone day. Remember. xxx Remembering is all you are allowed (abble) to do (expect). No one. It can be two. A day I will call. Where it's true. Both. I used to be someone you could watch in the eyes. A Grey Room. Lightness. You may tired of me. You shouldn't think what you're feeling. Different names for the same place, for the same thing, for the same dream. Someday you will be loved. Split your heart from my name. Waste the time we haven't. That you told you loved her but you don't. You touch her skin and then you think she is beautiful but she don't mean a thing to me. We were elswhere. Going on. Leaving home with our bags. The world doesn't matter. I'm getting mad. For all time. When you feel embarrassed then I'll be your pride. An old and blessing memorie. Against. Nightmares are my dreams. No msn. No sms. No smell. No smile. No kiss. No heart. No time. No. No. You. Me. Us. No. No arms. I wish things had been different. If only. Dreaming about a window. Shortcoming. You won't learn. Want to be perfect. Want to sleep. I ask and you smile. I think and your run off. I answer and I hurt myself. Again ? Always ? Still ? No more.
[Et tout le reste...]
[Ecouter DCFC certains soirs peut se révéler destructeur.]
(merci. d'avoir mis un jour ce morceau au bas d'un article.)