Google Translate / poppies

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Google Translate / poppies

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[Google Translate] You took Spanish in high school But I took French So when you're tired and delirious at almost 2 am You type sentences into Google translate And then you send them to me 'Je pense que Lea est trés jolie' I don't think you know Just how much it means to me To watch you try to call me pretty In a language, I know that you can't speak You told me you didn't remember shit from Spanish class You didn't know how you passed but you did So even if I wanted to call you "pretty" back in your high school foreign language, neither one of us would know what I had said So I'll stick to Frеnch 'Je pense quе tu est très jolie aussi' I think you're pretty, too In a language that you still don't speak Then I said 'Je t'aime, je t'aime, je t'aime' over and over again A confession in French because I knew You wouldn't know what it meant And I know that you don't fall as easily as I do So I won't press my luck and say it in words you'll understand I'm too scared if I tell you, 'Hey, I love you' *I love you!* 'Te amo' *Te amo!* I'd never get to hear you call me 'trés jolie' again You took Spanish in high school But I took French I'm in college now, it's been four years since then But I knew exactly what you said when you had sent 'Je pense que Lea est trés jolie' You copied and you pasted, but it meant everything to me To watch you try and call me pretty in a language you can't speak [poppies] I almost packed that painting I made I wasn't sure if I could bring myself to throw it away But if I didn't, then it would sit in the closet at my new house The same way it did in my old apartment in the dark and face down Poppies are my favorite, they burn red just like you I know that you hate flowers, I thought I could convince you not to If you saw the time it took, read that painting like your favorite book "They Both Die In The End" and I guess what we had did, too The background is colored with a poem you wrote No painting of poppies could ever be as perfect or pretty as the words you spoke to me At 2 am, translating your sentences Do you still think I'm 'trés jolie' now that you just want to be friends?

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  • Leanna Firestone