Thse are some of my latest ones, the older ones are different, i may post them if you ask..Please note they are all copyrighted for the whole world.
Sometimes
A word can sting like a dart, sometimes
Some sentence wounds deep in
Probably didn’t mean anything
A heart can break, sometimes
How the heart goes sore, hurt
How the hurt drenches my pores
How my pores want to melt
Melt, pain, and don’t want more
Sometimes I love you, need your touch
Sometimes, I hate you do much too
Sometimes, sometimes, do I live for sometimes?
Do I live to wait for you to love me, sometimes?
A word can show the road, sometimes
A way I was afraid to take, before
Because of a reaction, not anymore
A heart can be proud, sometimes
How would you feel to know?
How would you see my tears?
How these tears drench my face
Face to face, no where to go.
How would you feel to know?
How would you see my fears?
How these fears blocked my needs
Need to know, here to know...
Sometimes I love you, need your touch
Sometimes, I hate you do much too
Sometimes, sometimes, do I live for sometimes?
Do I live to wait for you to love me, sometimes?
Sometimes I think of you like you want me to
Sometimes I make a wish to forget about you
Sometimes, sometimes, do I live for sometimes?
Please be mine, now, love me, once, be mine.
Dad
You have not been gone a year
Every day reminds me of you
Every month, layer by layer
The vision of you falls through
I wish you were still by me
Shouting, telling me to grow up
Telling me of what I should see
Simply me not giving a fuck
In your own words, you were there
I couldn’t tell you, I loved you
Now I do, everyday, so sincere
Hoping you hear me Illyanou
How I wish I could pick up the phone
You’d be telling me about your days
I’d know just by your voice, your tone
We had found our own little ways
In your own words, you were there
I couldn’t tell you, I loved you
Now I do, everyday, so sincere
Hoping you hear me Illyanou
Now more than ever, I need you
The only comfort, imagining your presence
Life is hard right now, without you
Without my father, without your advice
In your own words, you were there
I couldn’t tell you, I loved you
Now I do, everyday, so sincere
Hoping you hear me Illyanou
You have not been gone a year
Your birthday is getting closer
February will be sad this year
I miss you dad, I miss my father.
Running away
When the skies turn black in my head
I understand of all I have ran away from
I remember what I’ve tried to forget
I know I ache for what’s called love
What seems so simple for most people
Is probably what’s the hardest for me?
I’d run after this feeling if I was able
After all, isn’t it what we all need?
Demons, memories, get out of my head
Find your way out, get out, get out
Demons, memories, get out of my head
I’m too tired, too tired to fight.
But it will be years before I am normal
Will I even be good enough to smile?
Every time I get up again, I fall
And I’ve been tired of it for a while.
Tears, screams and oh God whys
None helps as I slowly drown
Images of a happy me I once was
Where have I gone? Where?
Demons, memories, get out of my head
Find your way out, get out, get out
Demons, memories, get out of my head
I’m too tired, too tired to fight.
Demons, memories, get out of my head
Find your way out, get out, get out
Demons, memories, out, out, out
Tired, tired, so tired…...Why?
10 years
I've seen what a life can do
I've felt despair run through my veins
Not knowing who to turn to
Someone to help me out my pains
How many of these days and nights crying
Was I even a single day out of me ?
Would i have spent 10 ten years trying
If i was this reflection they see ?
I wanted to show everyone i loved
That i could, all by myself, find the way
I grew to be a normal woman, i made the move
Took the step day by day.
Why see me as some angelic face
when i have so many demons inside ?
I want you to know that i am blessed
And torn by these pains I hide
I speak of me to forget the past
I speak to you to think of the present
I speak in order to make now last
I speak of my own torment.
WAKING UP
When I open the shutters, all I can hear is the terrible noise the street sends to my ears.
I decide to get washed and dressed, I know half of the building is doing the same,
I end up with cold water to shower, I’m freezing and I point the finger with blame,
But I have to go out to face the world a bit; the end of my sacred isolation is near.
So I do what I have to do, and I end up getting dressed, slowly, gaining more time
I feed the cat, remind myself to check every room to close all the lights
I go towards the door and open it, getting a breeze of cool air, tell myself “Alrightâ€!
Finally reach the main entrance and there I am, outside, still feeling fine.
I know it won’t last, it never does, there is always something that pisses me off quickly
Like some old lady walking her dog, dog that shits on the pavement in front of me
Or some driver who goes too fast in the street, enough to eventually kill a kiddie
And again, the people, looking lost and frightened, hiding behind a mask of nasty.
Yeah, I know I’m pissed off, that’s it, the day starts, I am out and have to stay out
I’m told it’s good to breathe some air, air that’s polluted anyway, air that stinks
I cross the road and get to the bank, see armed men in a van, I think it’s the “brinksâ€
They seem lost too, paranoid, doing a 360 with their heads out of pure fright
Lovely world of ours, lovely people, lovely everything, yeah, I’ll tell myself “i’m out!â€
What am I supposed to fucking do? If I smile, I might annoy some sad soul that day
If I cry, I know people will avoid me, it’s themselves they see, them I could portray
So I keep neutral, for everyone’s sake, I lose the smile, the tears and the light
I haven’t even started the next hour, there I see young girls eating a hamburger
Oh fucking diet, fucking weight, fucking McDonalds, dirty food that smells so good
I have to rush towards the metro to forget, I try to bring on the French attitude
I forgot the look at my watch, no, I don’t wear any, I ask someone about the hour.
Christ, I’m late, lost in contemplation, I have to run, catch the train, fast!
But I don’t feel like it, I know I’m pissed off, I go back home to make a call
The meeting is annulled, I fake a story, end up with a “sorry for it allâ€
And make myself a cup of coffee, slowly, wanting to make now last.
Oh dear home, even with my shutters closed, you are my nest, my hole,
Outside is just grim, I didn’t really need to go, I’ll do it again, another day
I just wanted to feel good, not depressed by people, wanted to have my way
I go back to bed, bliss, slowly drift, knowing it wasn’t worth that day after all.
