Someone Told Me

I write this open letter with salt spread on my keys,
to a former love that with one kiss, got me down on my knees
and I pray for forgiveness, or for just another heart
for a hit of anesthesia, to forget all this love
For the girl that taught me how to love
how to forget it all - come clean
reading your old letters
your words call out to me
drag through a broken time
and twisted memories
where life was all but timeless
and speeding through our dreams
and watching us grow
was the seed of love growing into trees

and I know that it's over
and my tears are just spilt milk
of a glass that held so much
but couldn't handle through the fear
cause the tremors never came
until the coffee turned to beer
and so we grew older
and our hands fit perfectly
like a kiss into ancient times
romantic memories
and I know that it's over
and I shouldn't be so down
but what if the purest love
is the one already found?

you were my reason for breathing
and believing love had a route
to follow through the space between our fingers
carefully devised by divine intervention
to fit each other like sounds,
the songs that built our lives
and pushed us out of any doubt

"On me dit que nos vies ne valent pas grand-chose
Elles passent en un instant comme fanent les roses
On me dit que le temps qui glisse est un salaud
Que de nos chagrins il s'en fait des manteaux
Pourtant quelqu'un m'a dit que tu m'aimais encore
C'est quelqu'un qui m'a dit que tu m'aimais encore
Serait-ce possible alors ?"