Larmes

Elles ne coulent plus

Ne partent plus en fumée en été

Ne gèlent plus en hiver

Elles ne s'avancent plus

En escargots ou en cascades

Sur mes joues

Et ne mouillent plus mes poèmes

Remplis de joies et de peines

Elles  ne s'en prennent plus à mon maquillage

Ne se déversent plussur les rivages

D'une épopée de courte durée

Dont nous sommes les héroes

Mes larmes éphémères

Ne coulent plus depuis hier

Our Dying Love

Can't see my reflexion
in the windows
Or in the mirrors
of my mornings

Can't run
Hide from the Truth
the Pain
the Anger
the Words

The ones spoken
The ones heard

Can't scream
get it out of yourself

How much you want things to change
How much you want to dream

Of better "afters", "tomorrows"
Post-tomorrow, post-after
Posthumously

After it all
Remember I loved you
Tried to call

Only thing that answered
Was the dying dial

Echoing my dying heart

Our dying love.

Clichés

I think I'm getting better,

Clichés will now guide me,

'Cause they make so much sense?

I'll just follow my dreams,

Whenever I'll find them.

I'll just find the right guy,

Wherever he exists.

Well what if its a girl?

Just shut the question out.

The Voice

I love the concept that you should listen with your ears, and not the image of the person singing. Especially after Karl Langerfeld's unbelievably rude and ignorant comments about Adele's weight. Like, seriously, no appreciation for the voice, the talent, the feeling... So, yes I like the concept of the Voice, and I like the show in itself. Now sometimes, I get quite confuse when new versions or interpretation of songs come out. Now, this was a first for me...

Original : Say Aah by Trey Songz 

Lindsay Pavo's version on The Voice

Yes, you may listen once more. Yes, I also sometimes wonder if it's the same song.

Valentine!

Happy Valentine's!

The loneliest day of the year for some, the happiest for others.

The saddest for me: my boobs got asked out but I didn't, how sad :(

Boys are hard to come by

Hard to find
When you find one, he either
leaves
stays and walks away
finds someone better
reject you in cold weather

Sadly enough
When all the hearts come out to play
And proclaim their love
I want to run and hide
Cry many tears
For my love stories
Always don't end well
And are very very real.

and for all the lonely souls out there

Ladidadida...

I have this sound stuck in my head.

It has for a long while. There's a bit of melancholy. A bit of joy.

A bit of everything I've felt.

I want to keep it near.

It reminds me of better days. 

The best ones I've had with you.

Girls and Issues

The thing is, we're told to look a certain way.

And we obsess about it.

A lot. Even if we have confidence.

It's there. lurking in the back of our minds:

"Am I pretty?
Lovely?
Worthy?
Ugly?
Pudgy?
Lonely?"

We want to please, we really do.

But the standards, there not just too high, they're freakin' impossible.

No, I'll never look like Kate Moss. I'll always look like me.

I'm sorry I couldn't be what and who you wanted me to be.