I swam in a lake once And gave up the next day I was alone Cold from the absence of your laugh
By Bérengère Balteau4 years ago in Poets
One day you saw a sailor pouring her heart in the sea When the rain fell Like silk on trees painting her sore eyes Of cold blue dreams
Dear you, I have one thing I have wanted to scream out loud for the past couple weeks. I am twenty-four years old; I have a Master Degree and I am, pardon my French, f****** scared to ask myself:
By Bérengère Balteau4 years ago in Psyche
Every single limb of my body had imprinted The shape of every possibility The sound of every word You heard from Selene
And if you ever ask me I will deny it. But if only you knew It is perhaps because I saw you in him, That I got blindly carried away
There was a song that kept playing above the sea When the moon was comforting the ones who fell
