Augustine

The Sailor

searchin 4 ur love

Song I wrote when I was a freshman in high school. I never finished it, so this is exactly what it sounded like when I recorded it in 9th grade, please ignore the embarrassing bits. Enjoy.

Mozzarella Cheese

"la fille française"

The thought of her turns my legs turn into jelly 
It gives me that weird feeling in my stomach.
My mind seems to be mesmerised by 
her dazzling dark-haired French beauty.

The universe ceases to exist 
The world seems to freeze.
As my mind is preoccupied with the thought of her
How I wish to be caressed in her arms.
And the only thing that seems to matter
Are our two lost wandering souls.
We’re all constantly searching for the other–missing half of our souls.

So what’s stopping us–from finding the absolute truth?
May our souls collide, so we live happily forever until we die.

Her luscious coffee-colored locks 
Are like waves from the sea,
They’re soft like brushstrokes of clouds in the sky
She seems to be unaware of her own beauty.
Unaware that every man that she meets
Are captivated by her charming smile.
Her innocent soul seems to emerge 
From that little Grenoblian smile.

Everything about her 
Every tiny detail of her.
From the mèches de ses cheveux
To the heels of her foot,
And the cute little nose 
that rises between her glittering eyes.
Every imperfection,
Seems to be sacred and divine.
She possesses an inexplicable beauty 
In which even poetry is unable to describe.

I am willing to do absolutely anything,
To win the heart of the love of my life.

Danh Nguyen