nightfall

at night it rains.
every night,
it rains.

it is unrelenting.
it is consistent.
it is soft.

and then
it stops.

just.

like.

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.
and then it starts again.

time

there is a contradiction
that can be felt
and exists within time:
it can be counted
- it IS counted -
and yet time both drags and slips
right thru our fingers.

perhaps time is not being measured
by the right parameters.

perhaps time isn't meant to be measured at all.

for when you lose a person you love,
the time you knew them
doesn't change
one ounce
of the sadness,
the denial,
the grief,
and the number of tears
that fall.

love is love.
and love is timeless.

if i could speak

Where there are no words
How do you find them?
When there is a void
How do you fill it?
When the emotion is overwhelming
Where do you begin?

Speechless
and
empty
and
lost.
So lost.

je ne peux plus

j'essaie j'essaie
j'essaie comme une foule
mais je ne peux plus.
j'suis desolee mon amour,
mon dieu,
moi,
mais je ne peux plus.
je veux oh comme je veux
mais je peux pas.
je ne peux plus.
pardonnez-moi
j'aurais jamais essayer.
je me connais mieux que ca
j'avais tort
malgre la faite que j'aimerais bien...
j'suis desolee
mais je ne peux plus.