À Cause De Cette Fille Poem by Julie Smith

Whoever believes in coincidences?
Too many duplicate incidents

À cause de toi (Because of you)

She said she ran when that was what I had to do
To save my life from a future without you

À cause de cette fille (Because of her)

She's on the lookout for bomber jackets
When mine brought lost confidence back in my eyes

À cause de cette fille (Because of her)

She says she's a writer and calls herself poet
My antidote was a story and a book full of poems

À cause de cette fille (Because of her)

Now she's in the place I was in before
But I couldn't leave you and used the backdoor

À cause de cette fille (Because of her)

I should even be thankful to her
Because I found my new personality

À cause de cette fille (Because of her)

Now Cleopatra, my soul's incarnation
Is displayed on her page for my justification

À cause de moi (Because of me)

I can't believe it, it's too high of a cost
But sometimes we have to pass on what helped us the most