french, t'es si difficile
si une mistress sans
le bon sense de rester
avec moi
dans ma tete.
j'oublie tout, tout, tout
les mots anglais,
les mots francias,
tout dans le noir
une espace qui grandir
This is a blog of some poetry I wrote at different times. Mostly it's about my broken heart.
Thursday, October 22, 2009
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