You make it rhyme, but it doesn't
And when you cry, you really mean it
Don't you?
When I read through the lines
All I see is
Bad poetry
You're taking course of literature francaise
And way too often
You drop a name like Verlaine
And all the legends that you like
They don't pretend
As much as you try
It's bad poetry
Love, love,
without you, I am nothing
your absence haunts me.
At night, until morning
because the sound your voice
invaded my heart,
so sweet, so delicate.
Love, without you I'm dying
Ahah, it's bad poetry.