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Avant que tout ne soit vipère
Profiter de l’instant
Avant ce gouffre béant

Et aujourd’hui,
Celui que je déteste c’est lui
Sa présence est un supplice
Je ne veux plus vivre en coulisse

Oublier son existence
Et me rendre à l’évidence
Il n’y a pas d’échappatoire
C’est le chemin de l’abattoir  

Je me suis prise au jeu
Charmée par ses aveux
Il a eu ce qu’il voulait
Avant de me jeter comme un déchet

Après vingts longues années,
Qui le regrettera en premier?

I think,
it's time to go
back home on land.
I leave the waters,
step out of the blues,
before I could drown.

I sink,
each foot entirely
in the sand.
Rooted in place,
the fine grains
anchor me down.

I ink,
your name on
the back of my hand.
I know it well,
and tell my pages:
I love you now.

Today a most peculiar day.
All was in an orderly way.
Every kid was sorted in a row.
All was neat and tidied with a bow.

And when was asked to write down our name.
All pens moved inmedeatly the same.
There were names in purple, pink, red and blue,
But my pitch black ink pen just didn't do.

Everybody looks at me and frowns.
I felt an idiot, and they all looked like clowns.
The worst part was the unwanted pity.
As if I've been through the worst in this city.

For my ink wrote words as black as my soul.
The words to never be read at all.
My name as dark as a beetle eye.
For I still don't know,... Who am I?

But every word I wrote down on my sheet.
And every time my name was written so neat.
My pen would lose it's ink more and more.
And the darkness would seize, dry and sore.

And that is how my inner colour shone.
As every letter left my comfort zone.
My silver words now burst with light.
To think they used to be as dark as night.

Write your pain away.
But allow your ink to stay.
For we grow and we learn.
With every feelings that burn.

I think
Think of you
Ever morning
Evening
Night
When it's a full moon
Think of you
But now it's a memory
Of a picture
In a past life
Fading
Passing me by
Life here comes your sign
Think
More of nothing
Morning
Noon
Night