running to the beach in the still of the night
(half-stirred thoughts and
a lonesomeness
to remain)
frail at the strength of tears
to be swept away
by the smallest wind
and then
moments, when -
the realisation of the reality of things
gradually renders you
meaningless
to feel the burden of a birdsong
you no longer enjoy
and cry
cry
for the loss of
love
(scream is
non-vibrato)
ce n'est pas jolie -
c'est beau.
(half-stirred thoughts and
a lonesomeness
to remain)
frail at the strength of tears
to be swept away
by the smallest wind
and then
moments, when -
the realisation of the reality of things
gradually renders you
meaningless
to feel the burden of a birdsong
you no longer enjoy
and cry
cry
for the loss of
love
(scream is
non-vibrato)
ce n'est pas jolie -
c'est beau.