. J’ai de toi plein la tête,J’ai de toi plein les mainsJ’ai du sang sur les doigtsEt ce sang c’est le mien…J’ai brisé les bouteillesQue tu avais vidéesEt fixé les tessonsLes yeux équarquillés.Dans ce rude combat Du verre contre la chairDès le départC’était tout à fait clairQue les probabilitésJouaient contre moiMalgré tout, ça ne m’a…… Continue reading Délétère….
.
A mere murmur, muffled confession, reminiscence of what is no more. The moon beams never lie….
Her silhouette waiting on the foot of your bed, her sigh on your cheek your head on her thigh… Trying to lull out of you a confession, or ten letting you slip into sleep before the moon got high… Were you disappointed when she went missing in the morning? Do you remember,…… Continue reading Remember Pepper?
Words unspoken, feelings never admitted, bad timing, perhaps. Confessions carefully laid kept like a treasure, precious yet a secret that might not get to be told… Love wrapped in a perfect letter never sent, waiting for a chance meeting again, maybe, someday. #NovemberNotes – Letter Never Sent * Young Summer…… Continue reading Letter never sent…
I remember, now… What it was, that I wanted to say, what I meant to confide what I was about to… * I remember, but now it’s too late, to know, too late to put together the words, found too late on the tip of my…… Continue reading Now and then…
Cyranny's Cove 