No matter where i am, you were a piece of me.
What i do, you were there for me.
The mistakes i make, you supported me.
But now i’m here,
and you are there stuck in the present- disillusioned,
by the past. Whilst you walk the future.
My tear filled eyes witness, another
girls metaphor for innocence is stolen,
If French is the language of love- why,
why can’t we speak it…
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