Sometimes, i can still feel your body's warmth beside me, your soft breath down my neck, the twirls of your hair between my fingers, and everything little pieces of my puzzled heart...complete. the ghosts of every little golden lies placed so carefully in every of your sentence still echoe in my ears, and somehow soothe my soul. if only i had one last chance. just one last chance to believe in you, believe in your falsificated self for an hour, or even seconds, maybe my world would make a little more sense.
but the reverbarations of your escaping footsteps do not ring anymore. i would have shared the world's effervescent secrets,the worst of my desires, the hidden corners of the world.
but you are gone and i remain...puzzled and incomplete.
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Vaut mieux desfois écrire ce que l'on ressant que de dire ce que l'on pense.
ReplyDeleteC'est beau ce que tu as écris. Et c'est beau tout ce que tu écris aussi. Je viens de découvrir une autre facette de toi que je ne connaissais pas.
P.s.: TMM