Véronique Boulanger Poems

You don't want to face me,
But I can still read you,
Read what you think of me:
You hate me, you love me.
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I can remember those nights we had together.
I can remember those jokes we laughed of together.
I can remember those smiles we shared with the others.
I can remember those kiss we gave each other.
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Nothing could stop me now
I've been searching so hard to find you
I don't wanna call your name
You should know I'm here
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You know, not every love story ends up with
''And they lived happily ever after''
Sometimes, it ends up with a girl saying
''It was my last chance, he won't come back''
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If we could all see the place we call a world,
We'd be devastated by the things we have done
to destroy it.
If you could see the place we call a world,
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If my pen would only write beautiful things,
People would think I'm happy.
It's true, I am happy, but I like people to know
there's a part of me that cannot forget such a horrible past.
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Il a de longs cils
toujours un sourire
rien qu'à l'imaginer triste
j'ai le cœur déchiré
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Sometimes, while you sleep,
Your dreams seem so real.
Than, you wake up and
live your dream.
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Rien n'est plus détestable que la mort.
C'est ce que pense Juliette.
Ne l'adorait-elle pas pourtant
lorsqu'elle a aperçu Roméo à ses pieds?
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Maybe I'm insane.
But you know what?
I'm okay with that;
'Cause, when you're insane,
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