Okay, the moment you've been waiting for. My French poem. This poem is of course copywrited to me myself and moi.
Casser
By: Brigitte Faust
Mon coeur casse
Un mille morceaux sur le sol
Qu’est-ce que je vais faire
Sans coeur?
Je vive
Je ris
J’obéis
Mais quand je me cache
Parmi des ombres
Je pleure des larmes
Plein de peine.
At first, I didn't really like it 'cause it's all angsty, but it's kind of grown on me. Mom and dad both thought it had a nice rhythm, but they don't know french so I don't know how it actually holds up and what not. Feel free to let me know what you think.
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