She scream in silence

Today she was a bitch.
Today she was dying of broken heart.
She was easily overwhelmed by some new circunstances that happened not a while ago, and got stuck, as most woman do -deadly women- do.
And even tho her death was warly last night, she was still able to act like a live bitch today.
As the phone went off, she was wondering about this night, how it sould be, and how it would endly. Mostly worried about other death, her death.
As the phone wen off, she isntantly called someone else, just for a nice chatting and a not so surprisely yes was heart.
That sadly yes got her new hopes.
She took the other out for chocolate around come pub. Talked about nonsense od furtune teller, and early 60s movies.
The night went about was a joke. Nothing was real, nor the chocolate, nor the cigarrets, not even the company was real, was like meeting someone online, which you think at first that you totally connected with that person, but truly its just a proximity enfatuation of lonliness, you are so lonly and dispear for a new company that all that is said sounds like this real magnetude subject.
As the night went about, they both got bored.
So lets go!
She went to drop him off, hoping for a goodbye kiss.
Nothing gives more pleasure to her then a goodbye kiss. Its so briliant and intense, and still you are saying goodbye, hoping to be kissed, for the last time, cuz it is a goodbye.
Tongiht she was bitch, dead and resurected, by new and old blokes to fill in her blank.