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Your grip on my heart is finally loosening.
I've forgotten how it feels to be whole
and right now, this is the closest to whole
I've been in a long time.
I'm slowly starting to forget the way you held me,
the way the sun reflected off your skin,
how my name used to dance off your tongue.
It's like when you have a song you love
and listen to all the time
and then one day you just
don't.
And you slowly forget about it,
until you stumble upon it one lovely day,
a year later and it brings a smile to your face but
the feelings it used to induce are gone.
You were my favourite melody,
to which I wanted to wake up and fall asleep to
every day, but eventually
you just didn't sound the same anymore.
I've forgotten how it feels to be whole
and right now, this is the closest to whole
I've been in a long time.
I'm slowly starting to forget the way you held me,
the way the sun reflected off your skin,
how my name used to dance off your tongue.
It's like when you have a song you love
and listen to all the time
and then one day you just
don't.
And you slowly forget about it,
until you stumble upon it one lovely day,
a year later and it brings a smile to your face but
the feelings it used to induce are gone.
You were my favourite melody,
to which I wanted to wake up and fall asleep to
every day, but eventually
you just didn't sound the same anymore.
Literature
Take this life (original poem)
Never cared to question why.
Never free, born to die.
A life that rots into decay,
A boy with eyes that won't see another day.
Starved and deprived of all he loves,
He yearns to die, and so he does....
Sweet was the life she once knew.
Swept up in love, raped by one untrue.
Eyes full of sorrow, a body full of pain.
Into the night she stumbles, soaked in the rain.
Wishing for it all to end, she offers her life.
Wishing for an easy way, she is given the knife....
Know that this pain is real, yet it hides inside.
Our smiles are a facade, our only disguise.
Marked upon our bodies, wounds we hate to feel.
Etched into eternity, our s
Literature
I miss you
, and i can't say i'm sorry
because these slender, spider fingers
ache to trace the curved letters of your name tag,
emily. i notice you write everything in caps.
( have i ever told you
how much i enjoy saying your name, -EMILY. )
you are screaming to the world, quietly.
but we, we are mid-morning whispers
over stale, back room coffee,
silent eyes, and window pane love.
these hearts were runaways once;
hitchhikers on a trail to nowhere.
you shared pieces of yourself with me then,
emily, between beats and bathroom stalls.
you were a gargoyle under the heat
of july summer. evenings were our playg
Literature
Love
It's the song on the radio that reminds you of what you had and what you lost.
It's the smile that a baby gives when she is genuinely happy.
It's the sound of a laugh from someone who hasn't laughed in a long, long time.
It's the friend who still remembers you even if you call after fifteen years.
It's the last piece of chocolate saved for you in a box you thought was empty.
It's the gift that is exactly what you needed, when you needed it.
It's the two hour ride across town, just so she can see you before she leaves.
It's the dog who waits for you to come home, just to give you all the affection in the world.
It's the companionship o
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Beautiful!