French Poetry

French poetry falls
Uselessly on my mind
Without you to picture
Whilst reading

You were la géante
I bathed in the whirlpools of chestnut hair
Composed aloud to the stars each night
You were the dawns answer

But even as I lolled on your bed
The trouser button sown you got dressed
I always left before The night crept
And handed you to some stranger

Today my shutter didn't open
The hill slid the morning sun
Cold pierced 4 duffles
Duffled up

Morning commute made interesting
University unicycling
Oh it's people like you who
Water my mill

Come oh ah
Water my mill
Oh!
Won't you water my mill
Come come come
Come come come
Ohh won't you
Yes it's people like you!



Credits
Writer(s): Fuller Tristan
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