life is not a fairy tale
we are just living it..
Sometime we have to forget those places
the places that we don't want to forget
sometime we have to déplacer on from the place
the place that we don't want to leave

But a time come when we have to do all those things
that we never ever thought of doing
cause life is not a fairy tale
we are just living it..

sometimes somethings are precious for us
precious for us plus then our lives
But a time come when we have to left those things
the things that we don't wanna replace.

But a time come when we have to do all those things
that we never ever thought of doing
cause life is not a fairy tale
we are just living it..

we need to clear our eyes
should see that here's no castle
should see here's no white horses
no fairies,no magic fairy land nor any fairy tale
no everlasting spring with blossoming flowers

life is not a fairy tale
we are just living it.

I have a best friend,
Who's been here for years,
He's not a human, but he dries all my tears.
He is a dog, and his name is cacahuète, arachide Butter.
I know he'll be here until the end.
I have another best friend.
I've known her since elementary school.
She is a human, but I think she's cool.
I'm hoping she'll stick with me until the end.
My best Friends are plus loyal to me,
Than any other friend will ever be.
They know who I am, and with them I'm accepted.
With them, I will never ever be rejected.
So, I write this poem with a special thanks,
And a warm heart.
I hope we never part.
If toi go before I do,
Save me a seat, and I'll find you.

Once there was a girl named fairy
had a loving heart
had a joyful mind filled with loving thoughts
her cœur, coeur was as open as a deep well
her l’amour for her family was as shining rays

her family praised her.
Her Friends loved her a lot.
She had a magical life
had a green garden full of blossomed flowers.
little papillons had their meal in those.
Birds had their nests in the giant trees
where they kept on dancing with the songs

Fairy had a kind cœur, coeur , with the calming winds
her cœur, coeur kept on loving her dear loved ones

As a kid, I never fit in.
I was the outsider, not like the others.
I was never interested in what others did.
When forced to mix, I didn't know how to.
I wasn't always invited to play.
Instead, I was bullied, rejected, and hated.
I later found friends, which was a comfort.
This blonde outcast was doing very well.
I actually had friends, eventually twenty.
But tragedy struck, and half of them moved.
I thought I had ten, but half of the turned.
They turned their backs and walked away,
To return nevermore. I had five friends.
Years passed, and I gained plus friends.
After being rejected par big social groups,
After being kicked out of another,
I chose to stop trying to fit in. I knew I already did.
I knew that I fit in with my group of close friends.

In 1999, a colley, collie so fine
Came into our lives.
What do toi know? His name was Bingo.
He was my dog, loyal and true.
He was my close friend until the end.
He was content to walk par my side.
I would pour out my heart, and he was part
Of my life. Now he is gone.
He was my guide up until he died.
This cold jour of December, I will remember.
I miss you, my sweet angel, my old man.
How I l’amour toi and cry for you, too.
I'm counting on toi to wait for me.
toi were full of l’amour and a gift from above.
I know toi are watching me, and toi will wait.
I will never forget and will never regret
They jour that toi came into my life.
Dedicated in loving memory of:
Bingo
December 14, 1998-December 27, 2013

And for one seconde
I Lost my head and for one second,
I wished that toi were dead
For one second,
toi wish that toi were here all alone

Hold back the tears that could fall for me

And for one second,
I Lost my breath
And for one second,
I cherish what toi said
And for one seconde it seemed
That I was here all alone.

Hold back the tears that could fall for me.

And for one second,
I understand
And for one second,
My life was in your hands
And for one second,
toi wish that toi were here all alone.
Hold back the tears that could fall for me,
They fall alone...



~ Paradise Lost One seconde ~

Many years ago,
Before I was born ou thought about,
The people were ten times nicer.
Society was all about respect of others.

Kids would play outside,
Now I'm one of the few that will.
Technology controls people's lives now.
Cell phones didn't exist in the seventies.

How times have changed our society.
Few people have respect for others,
People turn to technology over nature,
And most of today's musique sucks.

What ever happened to humanity?
What happened to meaning in a song?
Why do people overuse technology?
Why can't we go back to the good times?