MA BELLE they say
in France this day
I fear such fools
who speak in vain
such words today
Don’t try to explain
your life mon cher
I’m just a romantic fool
that allows your heels
to dance upon my heart
You speak, I cry
I laugh, you scream
What bad seeds thrown
wild weeds do grow
You think, I know
My love no regret
You speak, I listen
such is ma bichette
My tears are absent
such rivers ran dry
My love no regret
such days as this
love lives on
regardless of what’s spent
:: 01-31-2014 ::


January 31st, 2014 at 10:24 pm
That sketch goes perfectly with the writing! Perhaps you should work on a book of sketches and writings?
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January 31st, 2014 at 10:39 pm
Hi Professor VJ Duke! I think you are psychic! That’s exactly what I have been attempting to accomplish and hope I can complete the project. Thank you so much for your feedback as it encourages me! ~ Phillip
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