segunda-feira, 16 de janeiro de 2012

Poison "Envy"


The old woman sat on the old chair in front of the old house and talked alone.
She'd talk about everything and everybody.

She'd talk about the neighbor's kids, who made "too much noise" while playing ball.
She talked about how the guy who lives accross the street "must be gay".
She talked about how "small" was the wedding ring her niece got from her new fiancé.
She talked about the guy who was "too tall" when stading next to his girlfriend and about how "fat" she looked in that "gorgeus party dress, which, by the way, was too much for such a small event".
She'd talk, and talk by herself.

What she never talked about was the fact that she didn't have someone to listen to her talking.

sexta-feira, 13 de janeiro de 2012

She's in love.


- She's in love.
- She's been in love for a long time now.
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He's sweet, amazing, handsome, charming, talented, rich... Every girl's dream.
- She's in love. 

- Ever since she can remember. 
- She's in love.
- He can touch her heart, take her breath away, be the perfect guy.

- She's in love. 
- She's been trying to figure it out, trying to reach her goal, trying to make the change. 
- She's in love.
- He talks with everyone easily, and boy can he talk? He gets you with a look, with his sweet voice, he makes you wanna love him.

- She's in love.


She wants him, wants to get there, wants to make him realize he can only be hers. They are meant to be, as people say, they are the one.
She's just as charming, and talented, and beautiful, and funny as he is. She's everything he could ever want. That's what it is. That's what is supposed to be.

- She's in love.

Not with HIM, but with the Idea of having him. The one that she created so long ago.
Still...

- She's in love.