::  Violine  ::

I dyed my hair, became Violine,
keep composure while falling.
That night, we silently parted away
tears are here, hoping no one hear.

« Will we meet again, sometimes ? »
« Sure we will. »

This morning, still in my bed, with Violine's wet eyes,
I saw what you wanted to show me, because you couldn't tell.
Like a little child I was grateful, I was comfort.
« Et moi, encore plus fort. » I send you my last truth for now.

Thinking that I’m going to lie, until you come back.
« I‘m alright » said Violine.


It's my disorder & I can bear the pain.