Les heures filent

Le temps est cense guerir nos blessures
Mais, a mesure que les heures filent
J'ai comme l'impression que
Ma douleur augmente

Des fois, je souhaite que
Tu ne sois jamais ne,
Pour ne pas a avoir a me rappeler
De toi comme quelqu'un qui fut.

Tu me hantes, ta voix,
Tes agressions verbales, tes coleres
Le fait que j'ai pas pu profiter
De ta presence me demange

Mais qui aurait su que
Tu allais nous laisser
Quand physiquement,
Tu etais deja hors de danger?

Even a punch from her

She was my first friend but, we were like dog and cat
she was the first person who wasn't a grown up
nor a baby, I was just one year older than her.
I used to cry when she was crying,
and she used to cry when I was

Most of the time I was mad at her
but, she knew me, and she knows that
I don't like to show my feeling like her
Not even once in our talking
she forgot to tell me how much she loved me

When we were little,
she used to beat me, like every day
punches, bites, and every thing
most of the time my mom throw water at us
because she thought she would kill me

Growing up, we used to talk
talk about the end of the world
how much she wants me to accept Jesus in my life
about, our mom and dad
about our childhood and every thing

We shared some trauma,
we shared most of our best time
we shared all our special moment
We loved each other in a special way

She knows me more than I do
she used to make me angry
by saying out loud what I was thinking
and laugh when I try to deny

I loved her and I miss her so much
that even a punch from her
would make me incredibly happy