J'ai regrette... je ne suis pas...
You know why I'm late.
Perhaps next time, we won't have to make these dates?
Wishful thinking, I know.
The worst thing to grace your ears.
Oh, I know.
Je ne t'aime pas?
Is it the words?
Or the expression?
Do you shiver for the phrase?
Or do you shiver for the punctuation?
I can't pay this price.
No.
You like to dream, is all.
It's something we can never help- but to fall.
But oh, I wish we could.
So much would be saved, so much tamed.
Je ne pay the price pas.
Non.
Where is my heart?
It's... right here.
I'd show you, but that would cost too much.
It's time to come down, now.
J'ai regrette... je ne suis pas por vous.
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Written September 26th, 2005
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This is a very mysterious poem. I feel as if I am eaves dropping on a conversation. Makes me think of a divorced couple like on Le Divorce.
IfWinterHadaName 10-04-05 -
Very Good Write Angela. I liked this very much. It's touching. I could picture it being whispered....as if secretely. It is lovely.
-Julie
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