abscess bursts surely ... Otherwise forget ... Trying to forgive!
Do more ... seeks woman
The perfect man!
At the risk of losing you
Who knows, you wither ...
Since time immemorial
It has only hurt you, hurt you
, t'injurier.
In these brief moments
Pretending to love you truly, he abused
Whether you love only for him has to give.
Pantin, disjointed doll
You were left alone and neglected,
The transitional body, broken, bent
A half-naked on the bed sheets stained by
For
bitterness And so many regrets ...
The love is conjugated in all tenses
again should we really love! He has
never knew you transmit
Neither happiness, let alone affection. Only
avalanche of blows
In these nights of drinking, wild
dementia ... The years have succeeded
All too ugly, ugliest
Sometimes,
With this single
slogan "Be silent, cash
Do ... say nothing, not even crying
Of your existence
As a woman and wife, forget
Faced with blows that on you, raining!
Your beautiful flower after the heart was gently
closed forever. On
man after the death of this freak You're
sworn never to return
What, with courage, you did
For your children, your two kids'.
You're not sitting there in a park on an old bench
,
A shaky life ... you remember
fleeting moments of happiness past
Even though he had been there!
You sleep all curled
In this bed nursing home ... My hand gently
arises on yours, the greenhouse!
strange sensation, more flesh
Only withered skin, bone stiffness raspy
I smile at you.
You're missing, already As part
if everything was 'finally' finished
... No words, no primer smile
In these moments, I curse
And tell me,
Why not be burnt
This bastard?
Young child I was,
At the time of these facts ...
Eight years!
a shitty life, chess, waiting
A long, long
Otherwise trying to understand, but at least
In me, trying to forgive
To a man, a biological father.
It took me waiting to enter
In my fifty-seventh year
finally dare to forgive ...
But have I really forgotten?
MICHEL
"Written dedicated to my mother"
Do more ... seeks woman
The perfect man!
At the risk of losing you
Who knows, you wither ...
Since time immemorial
It has only hurt you, hurt you
, t'injurier.
In these brief moments
Pretending to love you truly, he abused
Whether you love only for him has to give.
Pantin, disjointed doll
You were left alone and neglected,
The transitional body, broken, bent
A half-naked on the bed sheets stained by
For
bitterness And so many regrets ...
The love is conjugated in all tenses
again should we really love! He has
never knew you transmit
Neither happiness, let alone affection. Only
avalanche of blows
In these nights of drinking, wild
dementia ... The years have succeeded
All too ugly, ugliest
Sometimes,
With this single
slogan "Be silent, cash
Do ... say nothing, not even crying
Of your existence
As a woman and wife, forget
Faced with blows that on you, raining!
Your beautiful flower after the heart was gently
closed forever. On
man after the death of this freak You're
sworn never to return
What, with courage, you did
For your children, your two kids'.
You're not sitting there in a park on an old bench
,
A shaky life ... you remember
fleeting moments of happiness past
Even though he had been there!
You sleep all curled
In this bed nursing home ... My hand gently
arises on yours, the greenhouse!
strange sensation, more flesh
Only withered skin, bone stiffness raspy
I smile at you.
You're missing, already As part
if everything was 'finally' finished
... No words, no primer smile
In these moments, I curse
And tell me,
Why not be burnt
This bastard?
Young child I was,
At the time of these facts ...
Eight years!
a shitty life, chess, waiting
A long, long
Otherwise trying to understand, but at least
In me, trying to forgive
To a man, a biological father.
It took me waiting to enter
In my fifty-seventh year
finally dare to forgive ...
But have I really forgotten?
MICHEL
"Written dedicated to my mother"
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