Treasure Island

kafun lady


rienque moi


Mais qui est-il?
Cet être qui s’évade de moi,
Mes membres répondent à mes exigences,
Seul cet être me fait plier à ses désirs,
Je croyais devenir fou,
Deux tendances,
Deux chemins,
Que dois je faire?
Il me dit de le faire,
L’autre me demande autre chose,
Mais qui est-il?
C’est bien lui, mon cœur,
Un être étranger à mes besoins,
Celui là qui me fait faire ce que je ne voudrai pas faire,
Que faire de lui, ma conscience ne peut elle pas intervenir?
Je suis deux en moi même,
Je regarde, et je dois vivre pour deux,
Autant je m’alimente,
Je dois alimenter mon cœur,
Pendant mon mariage,
Mon être dit non à ma femme,
Et mon cœur dit oui,

Submitted: Tuesday, January 15, 2008

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