dimanche 17 mai 2009

A fucked up Odyssey

We lost our troubles in the trees
And buried our sins in the skies
Under the thick turf of clouds:
The forgotten kingdom that was ours.

Together, we would have lived far, far away.
Nothing mattered but us,
As I created every day
The colours , patchworks of our together woven dream.
Friendship grew to family grew to love.

I would have been a doctor, helping the sick,
You a champion, selling your tricks to the crowds.
Alone in our own little world of love,
Under the thick turf of clouds.

Sweetness turned sour as you went to other men,
Years passed by, the stench of memories grew
Rotting with time and the cold morning dew.
Together... that’s when we’re the most far apart.


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