One more battle

I am ready to defend myself
Against prejudices
I am a warrior since a long time
I am not so conventional
I am who I am
None will let me change

I am ready to protect a friend in distress
With all my interior strength
I am a calm person
But sometimes we decide to meet our enemies
With the fear sticking to us like glue
But we said we are courageous
There is no solution
To welcome him face to face
To try to understand his manners

I am ready to assume
Everything I made
I will battle again and again

When the dark come to your soul

When the dark come to your soul
Remember that the light chase the brighten part of yourselves
Ignore the pain buried deep inside you
Choose to fight even your power is low
Remember that good things come when we don't await them

When the dark come to your soul
Remember those who are gone too fast
Remember this chair she left when you were 10
Remember her watch your dad gave you
Remember the time of all insane feelingso

When the dark come to your soul
Hope and never let go
Think of the spring coming
Of the smiles around you
And I let it surround you to push it away
Because the life is too precious to be down too long
Because the life has a purpose

Melancholia baby

It is fall
The season where reminders are numerous
Where places recall memories
Where loneliness is emphazised
Where tears come easily to the eyes

Some will won't be fulfill
Some nightmares are nor here
I wish I couldn't be this melancholia baby

My pen release my pain
But it join paper to explain
The light can be found
If we hang on

The whistling guy

Don't forget
Girl who seems to be quiet
Is a real roaring lion with a strong character

So when you look at me whistling
Look out I will yield and be angry
I am not a feminist
But I can love that
I am not a thing I am human
I am a sister a daughter a cousin
I can bear children
I am not a thing to play with

I am a WOMAN
A real one trying to take a place in this world
That make me proud to be me
A quiet proud girl walking in the street
And who met you whistling at her!


It is a common fact that some men whistle after women! I am not beautiful but really I admit I hate guys whistling at me when I walk in the street and I go away but really angry by this behavior! I am a woman not a thing!!!

A late 80's child

Heart's singers Ann and Nancy Wilson

 

I am a late 80's child
I am around 30
And single
Hearing oldies and asking myself
Why couldn't be older
Loving Heart Queen and rock of the 80's

I am a Y child
Playing sonic games
I have handed an old game boy
I have handed a Sega and a game gear

I am free like the wind
I love to retire to these old world
And I don't care if you think I am too old
The bashing don't make me feared
What you think is your choice
I love slidding guitar and load bass sounds
I got to use to old black pants but got back to line
Getting family at my age
And sometimes I feel alone
But I am very proud to be me

A late 80's child !!!


To an US artist inspired by Heart Ileana 
Please check her blog 

No way to be romantic again!!!!

I cannot be yours
My heart Brocken in many pieces is not in full recovery
I don't know what to think letting all that going
Being reluctant you cannot be mine

Thinking I am not a real woman
Even I am surely to some others a very good friend

I messed up to fall in love with you
I keep for myself this pain
Love is blind do we say commonly

I am a jerk I was mistaken
I won't be romantic as normal girls are
I will be more pragmatic
I won't let me lead only by physical appearance

love left me a kind of bitter sensation
I couldnt believe in this
As it let me so sad and also so in confident about me

So romantic isn't a state of mind I can afford myself
Because I cannot believe in love again

Pain can be so ache

I never felt this to a friend before
You are so young but also so ill
That let my heart Brocken
You dear sweet friend
That I know freshly
I felt very bad when I heard about it


I can hide my feelings I have cried to you
Pain can be so ache by an empathic person
You are young trying to recover

 I know you need my warm support
My tender care love like an old sister you don't have
 I try to archive this to let you feel console and helped



To amandine ♥