You are a fever, rushing through my bones
why do you let me stay here?
walking through the crowds, but shrouded in a cloak of invisibility
is this how it is supposed to be?
i might be just another substance abuser, but baby im the future.
so let me be your dreamcatcher
we are young and stupid, and we were raised by wolves.
you with your leather-studded boots and jeans faded to white
and those two eyes, which starlike sparkle in their skies
even the coldest winter will be followed by summer, you promised
and we’re going to be alright
i dont think your heart was mine to keep
and you know that it’s love when it starts to hurt
but we are young and stupid, and we were raised by wolves.
Posted on Monday February 22nd
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.
