Wednesday, July 8, 2009

je retournerai?



And I told you to be patient.

But you were certain I was not impressionable, just a free spirit.

And all I ever wanted was to dance.

But you have your fun and then forget about it.

And give my greetings to the motherland.

But you wanted something to say to her.

And some things, once lost, are lost forever.

But you loved her, her coldness, her sass.

And they called me arrogant.

But she had become someone else.

And the last thing I wanted was this.

But I'll make time, just one time, to see what comes of it.