CORRIGER LES PAROLES

Paroles : Virgil’s Flowers

These are the flowers that you hate
These are the colors
For your mother's sake
All of this climbs the walls
Where poets go to die
These are the petals you despise

These are the letters that you fear
All of the vowels that you strained
Through walls to hear
These are the syllables
I swallowed when I lied
These are the words
To make you cry

These are sorrows that you?ve saved
All possibility you
Scramble to off-stave
And when you wake to breath and you
Clamor for the light
This is the dark that slept beside

These are the flowers that you hate
These are the colors for
Your mother's sake
All of this climbs the walls
Where poets go to die
This is the easiest goodbye
This is the easiest goodbye
This is the easiest goodbye