ShopDreamUp AI ArtDreamUp
Deviation Actions
Literature Text
he doesn’t need
me anymore
but would not
hurt me by
saying so
so I will clear
a path for him
by pretending
not to care
until he forgets
to miss me
me anymore
but would not
hurt me by
saying so
so I will clear
a path for him
by pretending
not to care
until he forgets
to miss me
Literature
brighter.
i. you say my name like
it was meant
to be pretty.
x. you told me that
watching candles glow
in the night was beautiful;
but they are nothing
compared to you.
iii. you could take out
my heart. you could
rip it, and you could
put it back together and
make me into something
beautiful.
z. you glow
the prettiest shade
of silver.
Literature
I Wonder
I Wonder
I wonder if five years from now,
I'll still consider "Iron Man",
A better movie than "Transformers"?
They both rocked my world,
But "Transformers" blew more shit up!
On the other hand,
More people died in "Iron Man"
I wonder if my love affair with cheesecake,
Will last until I die
Seriously, I do, I'm not kidding
Cheesecake turns me into a puddle of goo,
Every...single...time...I...eat...it
I love it more than I love me,
And people, I love me a LOT!
I wonder if my cats are really insane,
Or if maybe they do crazy shit,
Just for the fun of it
I'm thinking they do it to piss me off,
While I'm trying to sl
Literature
It's About You
It's About You
You ask me just why,
Do I love you
You ask me if,
I'm always thinking of you
You ask me if my songs,
Are about you?
And I say yes,
Everyone of those things is true
It's not about the money,
It's not about the fame,
It's about how I feel,
Every time I say your name
I don't need a fancy house,
Or platinum credit cards,
Because none of that compares,
To how I feel with you in my arms
You ask me if,
I can promise you tomorrow
You ask me if,
I will take away your sorrow
You ask if you lead me,
Will I follow?
And I say yes,
Because without you my life is so hollow
It's not about the money,
It's not about t
Suggested Collections
C.
© 2009 - 2024 Blueskye27
Comments45
Join the community to add your comment. Already a deviant? Log In
I picture a boy into a man, leaving the nest to fly on his own two feet.
My mother was very upset when I left home, but never showed it directly.
My mother was very upset when I left home, but never showed it directly.