Se matam por amor, atirem sobre mim.

She was crying, silently, while she mumbled to him on the phone, covered in her white and pink sheets to protect herself, in that cold night.

-This feels like having a black cloud above your head, you know..
But instead of making the cloud get brighter, when I cry to relieve this pain, I am useless and I can't change that.
It stays the same.
I cry louder and louder, I scream my lungs and my heart out, and the cloud remains
lonely and black and strangely sharp.

-But, love..
Every cloud has help to disappear: they are taken away by the wind.
None of them stays in the same place forever, they eventually vanish, someday.
I want to be your wind.
-he said.

Her tears kept rolling down her face, crashing on her cheeks.
But they were sweeter now.

She was crying, silently, while he mumbled to her,
but then she smiled,
endlessly.

She loved him.
And he was her wind, from the beginning.

Just an old piece I wrote.

You're still my wind, chéri, and you'll always be.

Why don't you wake me up?

Complete and total adoration,

My gift to you, my heart was yours.

In ten 65 weeks you shaped it,
In one night you murdered it.
Torn from my chest and laid at your feet,
That first step you took was the worst.
Since then you've walked a thousand miles in silence and short remark,
I still have these memories,
But we'll never see what we could have been.

Remember when we talked about where we'd be a year from now?
Remember when you held my hand like you'd never let it go?
Remember, cause that's all you can do.
(We'll never make another memory.)

I wish I'd have died in your arms the last time we were together,
So I wouldn't have to wake without you today.
This time I thought things were real.
You said they were, what happened?
You were a priority, (was I an option?)

I let you see a side of me that I don't share with anyone.
Promises are just words unless they are fulfilled.
You knew from the beginning all I had to offer you was my heart,
I'm sorry that wasn't enough.

So, we'll go our own ways,
And hopefully you'll remember the things I've told you,
Hopefully you'll understand that everything I said was in sincerity.
A broken heart is not what I wanted from this,
But I guess I've learned from it.
But aren't you supposed to learn from your mistakes?
I don't consider this a mistake,
I just wish the story didn't end this way,
Cause I'm still in love with the person who helped me write it.

Remember when you held my hand like you'd never let it go?
Remember when we talked about where we'd be a year from now?

A Dream Come True

Entrei em Alcoitão, vou ser Terapeuta da Fala.

I made it.

Não podia estar mais feliz!!