Baby, it’s cold outside
sometimes, someone says something so small and insignificant
but it just fits right into this empty place in your heart
too bad that this is not one of those times
you left so callously, with the veneer of indifference written all over your face
pretending that it kills you inside
all the time plunging the knife-shaped words deeper into the wound
i thought the past week meant that the days of solitude are gone
just because we’ve both spent way too long lying in our arms
but i guess i was wrong
just like the many other things i was wrong about
it takes no time to fall in love, they say
but it takes you years to know what love is
maybe everybody fucks shit up once in a while
and the musky scent of despair is hard to mask
but what do i do when that is all you seem to do,
and i still want to be the one standing still, waiting with a rose in my hand?
aren’t you tired of running away from who you are becoming?
About me
She can talk to you for three hours straight, making you laugh, cry or simply wanting to stab your eyes with a pencil. Meet Stephanie Gwee, a struggling Political Science student and a freelance tech and lifestyle writer, who more often than not, simply wants to sit in a corner, indulge in a bout of people-watching and sip on low-fat Hazelnut Latte.Her desire to purchase the world’s supply of Chanel bags (and her love for the written word) had pushed her to become a freelance writer for the most widely circulated broadsheet in Singapore. Having a love for both consumer gadgets and fashion, she writes for the paper’s tech supplement, as well as their fashion counterpart. Though far from achieving her lofty Chanel ambition, her writing stints help to pay for her hefty mobile phone bills.
She invites you to email her at stephgwee@gmail.com if you are looking for freelance writers or just someone to talk to. Or you simply wish to donate to the “Buy-Steph-A-Chanel” fund.
