Layers of thick skin -You’ve stripped me down one by one:Now there is nothing left but my soul,and even that…
When I come over, hide your corny poems,Hide those melodic musings like dirty magazines,Under your bed, under your mattress.Just keep’em…
Blue is the warmest colour,They say if you love something, let it go,But I'm still thinking about how we matched…
Morning coffee at the steps of the chapelle. Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown. “Mademoiselle, comment tu t’appelle?”…