Πέμπτη, 14 Μαΐου 2009

A French Love

Mind made up, I`d given all for you
C`est la folie d`amour
By now my mind is clear
You planted all the fear
Doubts and despair and
You keep my heart on the run
I`m bound to fall in love with the one



The campsite rule : leave everything in at least as good condition as you found it. Applies to relationships even more than in campsites.


Qui ne m`aime pas
Qui ne laisse rien pour moi
Qui ne m`aime pas
Qui n`a pas besoin de moi



My mood took a turn for the worse. It's the phonecall - one of those phonecalls with your ex where at the start you try to be civil,but as soon as the formalities end it takes superhuman streght not to be bitter about something - in my case even if I managed to be very gentle in the end now I couldn't hide my dissapointment over his actions after the break up.


Soon confusion grew
I sadly smiled for two
When his head went down
He wore my heart like a crown
And ever since I fall for the one



Then the messages. There are always those messages ,140 characters of bitterness exchanged. I tried to be civil (he wasn't ) - but maybe I was more petty in pointing out his name calling. Which is worse? Calling someone wanker or calling someone out on calling you wanker and acting as if you are "hollier than thou "? I am so dissapointed - mainly at myself for being right about a couple of things.


I hope that the comming daylight and the warm weather will help me get over the dramaz and smile a bit.


Qui ne m`aime pas
Qui ne m`aime pas
Qui ne m`aime pas
Qui ne laisse rien pour moi

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