AndieBear

This is a poem I wrote when I was a Jr. in High School. I was quite proud to write some thing in French, as it was my 3rd year of classes, but I still couldn't understand those damn tape...they talk too fast. Anyway, if it's not proper french, don't yell at me, I can't remember that long ago (8-2-95)...here goes (translation to follow)...

Mourir
Je veux mourir,
Mais, Je ne peux pas,
Je veux retourner a le passe,
Mais, Je ne peux pas,

Vous ne m'aime plus,
Je veux mourir,
J'entendre vous,
Vous aimez elle,
Pas moi,

Ma vie, C'est la barbe,
N'avec pas vous,
Je veux dormir, toujours,
Mais, Je ne peux pas,
Pour quoi?

Vous ne pouves pas comprendre moi,
Vous ne m'aimez plus,
Oui, Je suis morte dans,


To Die
I want to die,
but, I can't,
I want to return to yesterday,
but, I can't

You don't love me anymore,
I want to die,
I hear you,
You lover her,
not me,

My life is dull,
Without you,
I want to sleep forever,
Why,

You can't understand me,
You don't love me anymore,
Yes, I am dead inside,

I know it's a little on the dramatic side, and since I'm married, I'll spare the rest of the world my cheesey poems of broken hearts...I'm just proud I could write something in French, kinda. Okay, you can laugh now...

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