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via Bouglione met fin aux spectacles avec des animaux — Big News Theory
I am walking through the park
Where I once sat on a bench
And you said
I love you
I pass next to the bench
Suddenly
Past and present
Intertwine
As lovers do.
I amble,
Fragments of the past disappear
But the stream of love
That made them come back
Still lives here.
It will forever.
I hoped for a lonely place,
Far from people
And cars and the noise.
The deserted small path was not desert,
A woman and her kid.
I chose that way nonetheless,
Could have been
At least three other ones.
The tallest of the two figures
Was made of curves
That told about desire and lust.
As I caught them up
An outspoken look
Struck me.
A look that that told about
Kindness
And frustration.
The little girl at her mother’s side,
Cute and delicate
As the seed head of a dandelion.
People are so rude !
A cry for help.
I could not help,
I wanted to know.
A mother told her kid
To tell her
She was ugly.
People are rude at best,
Insulting often.
You are not ugly.
Stating a fact in the most natural way.
I got back on my way,
Thank You followed me.
I had a smile on my face,
Yet a bitter feeling in my heart
For not being able to say
What I really needed to say.
What I really wanted to say.
I should leave an anonymous note.
Said my playful mind.
To tell the untold,
A simple handwritten message,
On a paper,
Under a small rock,
Left to be discovered.
My karma decided otherwise
As I could not find a working pen.
My karma changed its mind
When I found a pen
And could finally write the note.
My karma changed its mind
Once more,
Told me
I was kidding and you cannot be lucky,
Not today.
The mother and her daughter passed by me.
My plan fell apart.
I told karma to
F… off
Went to the woman,
My note in the hand.
I told her I was too late
To leave that message for her.
So I showed it to her.
I told her.
You are beautiful.
No need to take a deep breath,
It has to happen at the right time,
Right time leaves no time,
For preparation.
I guess time reveals even lies
We tell ourselves.
I am sorry I had to inflict on you
What I was so reluctant to do.
I guess the crazy wind outside reflects,
What you are thinking right now.
Grumbling sky. Threatening hail.
The sun was shining this morning.
I guess you probably hate me right now,
And I am not even trying to convince
you or myself that I don’t deserve it.
I deserve my share.
I guess, I guess and I am not talking to you already,
Like we forgot to talk to each others
Several times in the past.
I simply don’t know what to say.
You probably don’t know what to say.
Let’s burst the soap bubbles ?
He told her
To tell him
If she is ever dead,
So that
Not in a desperate move
But in an act of reunion
He could join her.
Tension in my chest
Prevents me from
breathing in.
I am slowly suffocating.
Like a fire that smothers,
Little by little
My light is fading,
As I am missing air
Both metaphorically
And literally.
Kink, curly strands hair that wrap round and round your hand guide me gently until I’m covered in dew and completely taken by you
