Ma solitude

Ma solitude
Elle ne me quitte jamais
C’est une belle inconnue
Avec qui je passe mes journées
Une amie sincère
Qui me suit tout l’hiver
Une amie fidèle
Pleine de sincérité
Au moins c’est bien la seule
Qui ne me quitte jamais !

(c) Aurore Ciholas

Saturday (samedi) 11-12-2010


Trouver quelqu’un

Trouver quelqu’un et l’oublier…
Est ce que ça a un sens ?
Je suis perdue parfois
J’aimerai tellement
Que tu sois là
A me serrer dans tes bras
Mais au lieu de tout ça
C’est le vide autour de moi…

(c) Aurore Ciholas

Tuesday (mardi) 23-11-2010

The memory remains

Sometimes I just wanna sit and cry
‘Cause the memory of your face
Still remains in my head
I don’t know what to do
I would like to get through
I want to be with you…
So I try to tell myself
That it’s better this way
But the memory remains
I can’t push it away…

(c) Aurore Ciholas

Monday 15-11-2010

Neverending loneliness

I have the darkness, painful within me
Solitude and pain, are devouring me
I can’t seem to find, a way to ease me
Everything is dark since you have left me
And only the dark is embracing me
Leaving me so cold
How can that be ?
In the dark, chained, by my own despair
My own delusions and desecrations
And what once, was also my air ?
I was such a fool
To believe I could…
Now I’m such a wreck
Only all in sweat
I can’t seem to find
Some way out and calm…

(c) Aurore Ciholas

Thursday 21-10-2010

Words can hurt

Words can hurt much deeper,
Than a knife or a cutter
Take a paper and pen
Write on the paper your pain
And write, hurt everyone you can
Give them pain
Make them bleed
The magic of the words they’ll feel
Of being hurt in their souls
Sometimes is worse than pouring blood

(c) Aurore Ciholas

Monday 18-10-2010

If you were mine

I made you be my friend
But my nights oh they’re so lonely
If you could cross the line again
I’d be happy
If only you were mine,
I wouldn’t have to cry…

(c) Aurore Ciholas

monday 4-10-2010

Wild memories

Remember we ran after the stars,
Trying to reach the moon
Trying to catch the fire
We were young
And wild and free
We were fearless
Walking by night
Through a deep forest
We saw a light
We swam in deep waters,
Amongst the lights and shades
Now all this is over
But still I miss those days…

(c) Aurore Ciholas