Anaconda

she woke up late

her face pale

with stomach ache

the sun shines

droplets of wine

still on the ground

her face wet

with tears droplets

she is hopeless, sleepless

a red rose

dried and lone

its dews so sore

she sat hopeless

defeated by sadness

she looked through the window

no colourful and jumping rainbow

her tears continued to flow

she was alone

before, she never was

in this room lost

in this room she loved

in this room, she cried not

he was always loving and soft

the walls no longer hear

his voice, so dear

her whispears of fear

the walls no longer see

this woman in ecstacy

putting her head on his knee

the mirror no longer refletcs

their bodies rests

after the love's wrestle

and their loud breaths

he sowed in her a life

not yet exposed to light

it is still breathing inside

a grain of love growing

over her womb spreading

her belly's swelling

slapped by reality

she realized lately

her lover's treachery

she put her head on the pillow

looking at the window

feeling a bitter sorrow

fading with the rose

waiting the foetus to grow

and shame to show

living with her parents' disgust

ignoring the past

breatjing fast

to give birth

to her death

the child cries for life

misery inside

for, the child is a sign

of the sin they shared

love they made

love, so fake

 

 

 

i was reading a novel, or rather i was feigning reading a novel...coz i love to seem busy or in fact i was waiting for him. i put on my night gown, the sexiest one, combed my hair, parfumed my body...i wanted to turn him mad, sedusing game...i was playing the role of a wife...

he was in the bathroom...he perfumed his body too ! the smell excited me..i could not read any word on the page...i was breathing fast ! when the hell is he getting to bed?!

i switched off the light...soon i regretted coz i was afraid he would sleep without kissing me good night thinking that i might be asleep. i switched on the light.

he got out of the bathroom, my heart was going boom boom boom ! i was shaking from head to toe coz i was waiting for the kiss of the night...

he sat next to me, took the watch in his hand, he exclamed "too late !!" and he lied and slept !!

i leaned to already listen to his regular breaths !

i missed the good night kiss !

i slept or i feigned to sleep...what was wrong? was it me? was it him? should i sleep whitout knowing why?

i slept with a bitter taste in my mouth, without being kissed good night !

 

yeah, you occupy the totality of my thoughts

your love invades my heart with brutality like a flood

i spend the majority of my time, counting hours, days and months when i can be by your side

im upset to fatality of the distance seperating us

everyday looks like eternity standing between us

my heart will live its immortality beating your name

cherishing the unity of our hearts

blessed with felicity for being destined to each other

 

 

 

 

 

 

la couleur de la tristesse est noire quand je suis triste juste pour etre triste

elle est rouge, quand c'est un chagrin d'amour

elle est jaune quand je suis malade

elle est grise quand il fait pas beau

elle n'as pas de couleur quand tu n'est pas la !!

 

 

In meet Joe Black, William Parish said:

love's passion, obsession, someone you cant live without. If you dont start with that, what are you going to end up with? fall head over heels. I say find someone you can love like crazy and who'll love you the same way back. And how you can find him? Forget you head and listen to your heart. im not hearing any heart.

Run the risk, if you get hurt , you ll come back. because the truth is there is no sense living your life without this. To make the journey and not fall deeply in love- well, you havent lived a life at all. you have to try. because you havent tried, you havent lived.

 la douleur appauvrit l'homme. En peu de temps, elle fait de l'esprit le plus lumineux un être traqué, replié sur lui même, concentré sur son mal, egoîstement indifférent à tout et à tous.

oui, j'ai bien passé à la caisse

oui, j'ai payé le prix d'etre une conne, en espèce

j'ai payé le prix d'un faux amour, en espèce

je le dis bravement en cachant maladroitement ma détresse

j'ai payé le prix le prix de la confiance, je le dis et je ne cache pas ma tristesse

j'ai payé le prix du sacrifice et je te donne pour gifler l'autre fesse

j'ai payé le prix de la folie et je suis allé voir un docteur pour soigner ma faiblesse

oui j'ai.....

 

retour aux 90s avec céline dion, ca me rappelle quand j'étais toujours amoureuse du fait d'etre amoureux!! j'avais mes rêves à moi tous roses... je languissais comme un châton, les yeux rêveux, un petit sourire idiot sur les lèvres...

je m'étirais avec paresse et je rêvais tout le temps de mon Dicaprio à moi...

c'est fou comme j'ai changé!! maintenant je me balade dans la maison comme un fantôme, invisible...

je cache ma perso macabre et morose sous un visage pale dépouillé de tout émotions...

je me préviens de montrer mes canines, parce que oui je suis devenue vampire avec des rêves sanguines...