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Mar 05
How far do we go
until we stop making sense?


How much do we speak, until being heard?
How long does the world drives you
until you've realised you've stopped being true
to yourself?


How long will you take to understand
that i'm never going to live up to your expectations
because i am not what you think of me?


What does it take for you to start thinking for yourself,
without them telling you what you're doing wrong?


The world is yours,forever more
And you're so fragile...




(To My Boy,I Love You.)
publicado por JayneMars às 12:11

11
Mar 05
Vanessa had a heavy look on her face. A thoughtful look.
The fire burning in the fireplace had its reflection dancing in her eyes.
-I just don't know anymore..I don't even know if i still love you, or if i'm holding to the feeling i once had. I know you so well, i see right through you, and sometimes i wonder if i actually know anything about you.
She got up from the little bench standing in front of the fireplace, took a cigar from the package lying at the table and lit it.
-London is so...magical - Vanessa said, looking through the window -I remember i thought the exact same thing right before i saw you looking throught that shop window..In that moment London just stopped being special to me. It just became hopelessly scary and miserable as Portugal.
She felt some movement behind her, followed by a heavy breathing right next to her ear.
-I'm sorry i made your life a living hell. But i know i can change..I know i can..And i will..I will make London feel like..- said a teary voice behind her.
Vanessa interrupted - Home.
publicado por JayneMars às 01:42

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