sexta-feira, 17 de junho de 2011

as you walk towards her

You have all the chances in the world.
She's sitting right there.
In your view.
In your grasp.
You take a deep breath and you hold it in as you walk towards her.
Every step, you take the moment to observe her movements.
She's sitting right there by herself, with a book open, mindlessly not expecting you to come closer.
You see her gorgeous hair, freed out to her shoulders where you wished you could tangle your hands through as you breathed in her breath, as she breathed in yours.
Another step, you take in her hands. Her hands, so small, so delicate, and her index finger and thumb rubbing the corner of the pages as if she was teasing you to come closer.
Next step, you realize how her body and how her clothes hug her curves.
How each wrinkle of her shirt makes you want to slide down your hands to smooth each and every wrinkle - ever so slowly.
She still hasn't realized that you've come closer to her.
You get a sudden burst of confidence.
To talk to her,
But then,
This sudden confidence gets overshadowed,
When the sunshine of her life comes creeping in
Making you wish that you were that sunshine that had all the chances in the world,
When you realized -
You had none.

6 comentários:

S. disse...

Pois é, gostaste tanto do post que resolveste repostar :P

Cármen disse...

S.: Eu disse-te que uma coisa tão boa tinha de ser divulgada... :))

S. disse...

É verdade, depois tenho uma coisa para te mostrar. Aliás, várias. Finalmente fiz upload de fotos tiradas por mim :P

Cármen disse...

S.: Assim que me apanhares pelo msn mostras-me. :)
Comentaste neste para equilibrar o número de comentários? :))

S. disse...

Ahah não me queria estar a meter nas conversas alheias...
Pois é o Rui continua a insistir para te juntares a ele. Mas já li a tua resposta, foi o que falámos ontem. Pode ser que ele se acalme :P

Cármen disse...

S.: Eu também tenho a mania dos devios-padrões baixos. :))