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I saw her again and the inflictions of my past were astounding.
I took in the unchanged look of her and found myself laughing.
Sweet laughter is much better than the tears I shed just a year before.
And laughter is the only thing I'd give to her anymore.
Still I hate to admit all the feelings that were provoked.
A friendship of five years so suddenly revoked.
But there are no more questions or wondering why this had to be.
Gone are the trust and the promises that she took from me.
I'm still blown by the definition she's formed in my head.
When someone is threatened, what they'll do to come out ahead.
And they wonder why I cannot tell them what I am thinking.
Never again will anyone make me feel like I am sinking.
I saw her yesterday and the shock was astounding.
I hope when our glances exchanged she saw me laughing.
I took in the unchanged look of her and found myself laughing.
Sweet laughter is much better than the tears I shed just a year before.
And laughter is the only thing I'd give to her anymore.
Still I hate to admit all the feelings that were provoked.
A friendship of five years so suddenly revoked.
But there are no more questions or wondering why this had to be.
Gone are the trust and the promises that she took from me.
I'm still blown by the definition she's formed in my head.
When someone is threatened, what they'll do to come out ahead.
And they wonder why I cannot tell them what I am thinking.
Never again will anyone make me feel like I am sinking.
I saw her yesterday and the shock was astounding.
I hope when our glances exchanged she saw me laughing.
Literature
Darkness
What would you do if you woke up in darkness? Well the average light sleeping person would think nothing of it. Midnight is usually a very dark hour. But the darkness I woke up in was not ordinary.
It was as black as pitch. I'm sure if you breathed in a gulp of that bone dry, ice cold air, you could choke on it. When I woke up, I was sure I'd gone blind. I sat up and groped around for the flashlight on my bedside table. But instead of feeling the smooth, polished wood, my hand continued down to the floor. Instead of my fuzzy carpet, cold tile met my fingers. My hand retracted instantly. Where was I?
"You're here. You're there. It's a bit
Literature
Darkness
Darkness...
It's in every heart.
It keeps love and death apart.
The light pushes hard
and so does the dark.
When they push to hard your heart will burst.
So be sure to belive the light first.
Run from it.
Hide from it.
Whatever you do don't ever go all the way through.
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Quote
Why are you crying?
**I've lost something**
What did you lose?
**nothing becasue it never existed in the first place**
Than why are you sad?
**becasue nothing was everything I had**
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I'm kinda sick of writing poetry about her... but I saw her yesterday and it was just this flood of like... sarcasm, hurt, sadness, and then laughter. And... the only reason I'm sick of writing stuff about it is cause it should just be dead and gone as far as all this.. but, *shrugs* I can't help when I get a surge of emotion to just... write it out.
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That really was good