Fairytale

Let me tell you a story
It involves a prince and a fairy.
It’s a love one
Although it’s not fun.
Like every story, it goes like this
A boy meets a girl and they kiss
They split apart suddenly
And here starts the mistery…
You see the boy is a prince
And he’s searching for that girl ever since
The girl is a fairy
She is magical clearly…
Two different people fell in love that is doomed
And for all their lives they will carry that wound

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Princes and Frogs

Once upon a time, there was a princess who lived happily at her father’s palace.
And one day, she met a frog…
The frog turned out to be a cursed prince… they fell in love… and lived happily ever after.
That’s the fairytale!
In life, that’s how it happens but in some cases it just doesn’t!
It’s all about kissing frogs and turning them into princes! Or kissing dead girls and bringing them back to life!
In my life, I have kissed a lot of frogs… some turned into princes for other princesses and some, well, they just stayed frogs!
They are two types of people, the princes and the frogs or the dead princesses and the evil witches.
So the question that relies here is are you a cursed prince or just a frog!?!
Or really… am I that dead!?!?!

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Une part de moi

Histoire, Chimie, Biologie
Grammaire, des dictées à n’en plus finir
Physiques, Algèbre et Géométrie
Tu as fais en sorte de me voir grandir.

Dans une vie de hauts et de bas
Tu es toujours là
Me prenant la main, m’emboitant le pas
Tu es la source de chaleur dans mon froid.

Toi, mon ange gardien
Sais tu?! J’aurais été perdue sans toi
Tu as tant planté des fleurs dans mon jardin
Toi! Mon contraire, tu es une part de moi…

Je t’aime… je t’adore…
Je ne trouve plus de mots…
Je ne sais que dire encore…
Ah oui! Tu es le meilleur frérot!

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A glass of wine

It was a glass of wine then,
It’s a glass of wine now.
I was in a dream then,
I am in hell now.

Same colour, same red
I poured it quietly
I awakening something dead
I wanted to drift out of sobriety.

With every drop, a moment emerged
An innocent instant, a memory
With every drop the pain submerged
It is painful, it’s killing me.

It touched my lips
Like you did
I let the liquid slowly drip
Into me while closing my lids

And so I remembered for the last time
How it went out of the flow
I am committing a crime
Of letting you go….

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Rhyming your name

Cupid picked up his bow,
Chose for us the perfect arrow
He meant to put on a show
So he aimed and we took the blow

Cupid was smiling with his hand on his bow
Cupid was so proud of his throw
And laughing from the first row,
He enjoyed the show

It was too good to be true, I know
We couldn’t let our love grow
We couldn’t just float with the flow
We couldn’t just lay low

To hell Cupid and his bow
To hell that perfect arrow
We decided to end the show
We decided to take the final bow

It’s time to finally let go
But Baby my words rhyme with your name wherever I go…

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At peace

It used to be the sweetest sound. It used to be what my ears longed to hear.
A voice that was my lullaby, a reason for me to dream.
In the darkness it was my light, my salvation through hell, it was my courage in face of fear.
One day, nightmares came over, a path through a long tunnel began and whenever I hear that voice, I pierced the night with a scream.
At last, serenity reigned in my kingdom. I am healed.
It took one ring and one button to end it. Now I can say I am finally at peace…

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