Et vois, le début de la fin,
Où la poésie est qu'une tricherie
De mes espoirs inassouvis.
On a fait toujours
Les petites bêtises,
Étant si honnête -
C'était notre maladie.
Or on se brûle d'un fort amour,
Si vite que la cendre qui suit
Ne peut que dire: <<Fini>>.
It's like a pop quiz
That comes out of nowhere,
Hits you in face with questions
That you can't bear to answer.
Time starts now.
1. Will he stay?
Yes, he might.
But only till he tires of me,
Till he realises my baggage
Will not be left behind,
That I must carry all my memories
Everywhere I go,
That I hurt
Intentionally
Everyone I know.
2. Does he love you?
Yes, he might.
Because he looks at me with love in his eyes,
But that vanishes with my distance,
And behind my back
It trails everywhere looking for other sights,
And I want to care but I can't,
Because what right do I have to demand
For a love that I should never have.
3. Does happiness lie in a diamond ring?
Yes, it might.
People look so happy in all those pictures
They post in social media, it's all happy,
It looks so real you can touch it,
But photos only capture a moment
And there would be so much pain
That you photograph in your mind
To blame yourself and cry
Every night to sleep.
Time is up.
The results are out and they said I failed,
My pop quiz asked specifics always known,
And I knew nothing.
Which has always been, the case.
A good bird in a gold cage
Might sing you songs ahead of his age,
Let him out and you'll only find silence
Because his songs were only those of violence,
And freedom is a song more felt than heard
For the ones singing, than the ones trapping the bird.
Sleep is a cruel bedfellow,
Especially when it's just one in bed,
It seems she likes a threesome,
Much more than a couple's nest.
4 o' clock in the morning
With no Sandman at hand,
It seems like the hours mean nothing,
Except to just count down till we land;
It's just a few hundred miles,
But feels like it's a continent away,
I wish I had never got used to your lullaby,
The gentle purring of your chest,
I wish we never knew what sharing could bring,
And what a new family could mean,
I wish I never knew that my insomnia could peak -
Sleep was never my bedfellow.
Sleep was never my bedfellow!
Even with you by my side,
Sleep was our child lying between us,
She is only one who envisioned,
Who saw you next to I.