I'm allowed to want
Je ne regrette rien
And to mourn
Je ne regrette rien
And to be intense
Je ne regrette rien
And to feel passion
Je ne regrette rien
And to love
Je ne regrette rien
What I love
Je ne regrette rien
And who I love
Je ne regrette rien
Without fear
Je ne regrette rien
Or self loathing
Je ne regrette rien
Or regret.
What is this ?
The poem or the pictures?
The poem is well... A poem.
The pictures are a palm tree. There was a flower stuck to my lens and I thought it made a cool effect.