He had beautiful eyes. Beautiful hair. Beautiful voice. Beautiful soul. He was fascinating. She was fascinated. She loved it so much ! She loves being fascinated. She wished so bad to see him again. It would be incredible. She hoped it so bad !
She wished so bad to be where she knows she has to be, and not where she's useless and where she doesn't belong at all.
But she was here, without it, with the culpability she feels since so many weeks, with the feeling of being in a place she was not suppose to be.
Now she knows she'll never see him again. She believed she could, but nothing can happens like she wants so bad to. She's so sad. In fact, she feels so bad that her tears are unable to speak for her mute voice. She wishes she was deaf to can't hear her heart's calls. She can't even cry ! Her soul, her heart, even her breath are painful. Seeing world knowing she's the worst people in this fucking Earth, knowing he'll never fascinate her again, knowing where her place is and she can't be there is so fucking painful !
Painful is a weak word.
She was thinking she was going to die because of pain. Because of her tears. Can we drown in tears ? Is someone already dead drowned in his tears ? Is pain strong enough ?
"I don't belong here"... Uh. Music's always right.
Theater, her so essential friendship and blue-eyes-great-hair miss her so bad. "I want U to notice when I'm not around".
Think she's gonna drown in her tears, if they want someday to leave her fucking dry eyes.
VOUS LISEZ
Pluie de Larmes
RandomParce que parfois des larmes tachent mes textes. Et que les bavures qu'elles étalent ne sont pas si laides au final. Parce que parfois, écrire ne sert qu'à se vider d'un trop plein de noirceur, même si ce n'est pas sa propre histoire qu'on exprime...
