you know time doesn’t pass as it used to
and from class to class I still have a thought for you
they tell me, but girl you’re living the dream
script pages printed and spotlights queen
number one on paper and screen
oh the pretty, pretty lights of the spidery French streets
the boiling bars
the uncovered stars
a burning, dazzling bubble of sweet, sweet ambitious children
sometimes I feel bliss for it
and sometimes I get filled up with a homesick feeling
a thought for you when the sky turns purple
do the sounds I hear echo to you?
I read something the other day
two characters, it was written,
who wait for their eyes to meet again
but without the tears
as for me all I wish
would simply be for our eyes again
to meet
Maëlle Leggiadro
