Love
By Jeremy Gould
Love
Sweet love
You found me
Replaced misery with joy
Erased pain flying away forever
Never returning to my body
No more deadly sins
Gone for good
Thank you
Love
Love
Jealous love
I feel empty
Her eyes looking away
She's finding some other heart
She thinks it's more valuable
I wasn't good enough
She left me
But why
Love?
Love
Greedy love
You left me
Alone in the rain
To comfort someone else's fear
You took everything with you
Brought back the pain
Now I cry
Fuck you
Love
By Jeremy Gould
Love
Sweet love
You found me
Replaced misery with joy
Erased pain flying away forever
Never returning to my body
No more deadly sins
Gone for good
Thank you
Love
Love
Jealous love
I feel empty
Her eyes looking away
She's finding some other heart
She thinks it's more valuable
I wasn't good enough
She left me
But why
Love?
Love
Greedy love
You left me
Alone in the rain
To comfort someone else's fear
You took everything with you
Brought back the pain
Now I cry
Fuck you
Love
the violin-throbs
of autumn wound
my heart with languorous
and montonous
sound.
Choking and pale
When I mind the tale
the hours keep,
my memory strays
down other days
and I weep;
and I let me go
where ill winds blow
now here, now there,
harried and sped,
even as a dead
leaf, anywhere.
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CHANSON D'AUTOMNE
Les sanglots longs
Des violons
De l'automne
Blessent mon cœur
D'une langueur
Monotone.
Tout suffocant
Et blême, quand
Sonne l'heure.
Je me souviens
Des jours anciens,
Et je pleure.
Et je m'en vais
Au vent mauvais
Qui m'emporte
De çà, de là,
Pareil à la
Feuille morte.
MUSIC
by: Charles Baudelaire
MUSIC doth uplift me like a sea
Towards my planet pale,
Then through dark fogs or heaven's infinity
I lift my wandering sail.
With breast advanced, drinking the winds that flee,
And through the cordage wail,
I mount the hurrying waves night hides from me
Beneath her sombre veil.
I feel the tremblings of all passions known
To ships before the breeze;
Cradled by gentle winds, or tempest-blown
I pass the abysmal seas
That are, when calm, the mirror level and fair
Of my despair!
by: Charles Baudelaire
MUSIC doth uplift me like a sea
Towards my planet pale,
Then through dark fogs or heaven's infinity
I lift my wandering sail.
With breast advanced, drinking the winds that flee,
And through the cordage wail,
I mount the hurrying waves night hides from me
Beneath her sombre veil.
I feel the tremblings of all passions known
To ships before the breeze;
Cradled by gentle winds, or tempest-blown
I pass the abysmal seas
That are, when calm, the mirror level and fair
Of my despair!