Il pleure dans mon coeur
Comme il pleut sur la ville
Quelle est cette langueur
Qui pénètre mon coeur ?
I can finish this whole poem... for a while I love it and I never knew why. I like the melancholy... I guess it's because it relates so much to my life at times. I wanted to replace this poem with another one but I still can't. I even tried Shakspeare famous sonnet ''Let me not to the marriage of true mind admit impediment, love is not love.."(i forgot the sonnet number)
But this poem by Paul Verlaine can't get out of my head because I feel like this time to time. I do not know what's going and I am still sad. This world is super lame.
I wrote with a black pen
just because I felt like it.
it could not be any darker...
since 2day was one of those dark days.
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