Hold me.

Hold me, rock me, sing to me.
Stare me down, like a bird to its sea.
Stillness and quiet, what a brave loud sound.
Surrounds my soul, it seems I've been found.
The harshness of the cold, has been too long.
And the notes it creates, can never be my song.
Where has the sun gone, is it lost forever?
Did my soul become, too much to endeavor?
I thought my life, was smaller than the sun.
Can it not hold me, and say "well done"?
So hold me, rock me, sing to me.
Stare me down, like a bird to its sea.

It doesn't matter.

Our eyes had met for just one second,
But then they tore me away.
All was happy for that one short moment,
But then despair and hopelessness wore me down.
"A tout a l'heure" you said to me, as they blinded my last gaze.

From that point I only had dreams,
To dream of you and the things we could be.
But as I sat in that dark cold room,
Everything felt dead and I knew you would forget the love we had.
"Il n'a pas d'importance" was all I could whisper.
So I whispered it and continued to dream of different things.