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From the girl who used to be the love of your life
The girl to whom you used to say ''you'll be my wife''
From the day we met I always felt a certain trust
Our relationship I'll always look back to with love and lust
I know I screwed it all up, you don't have to say
And now I'm looking at it all in a different way
I blamed you for nearly everything, we know that's true
Now I know that I must take the blame too
I made mistakes and maybe I made one too many
But it's not like you didn't have your faults, honey
I got us in trouble, I checked out other girls
But I always thought you'd forgive me, since I let you into my world
I guess I was wrong, I guess I went too far
But you know I'll never get you out of my heart
Although you left me already, I beg for forgiveness
And know that you will dearly be missed
Even though we might not ever be together again
I have to ask you, will we still be friends?
The girl to whom you used to say ''you'll be my wife''
From the day we met I always felt a certain trust
Our relationship I'll always look back to with love and lust
I know I screwed it all up, you don't have to say
And now I'm looking at it all in a different way
I blamed you for nearly everything, we know that's true
Now I know that I must take the blame too
I made mistakes and maybe I made one too many
But it's not like you didn't have your faults, honey
I got us in trouble, I checked out other girls
But I always thought you'd forgive me, since I let you into my world
I guess I was wrong, I guess I went too far
But you know I'll never get you out of my heart
Although you left me already, I beg for forgiveness
And know that you will dearly be missed
Even though we might not ever be together again
I have to ask you, will we still be friends?
Literature
Sepulchral
There is a realm
that I cannot reach,
and it dwells within
the darkest corners
of your stoic heart.
Barricaded by grief,
these walls have yet
to reveal an emotion
that has been sought
by my very own soul.
-Brian Shuffett
July 28th, 2010
Literature
Echo Location
[he] hold[s]
[her breath]
in lead hands because it's
sweeter
than her, and
sugar l e s s
it's just that monday mornings still smell like [your] cinnamon skin,
and if i open my eyes slowly enough i can find yours in the
dark n [e] s s
[W]ill To Live left
w[h]en he pulled
out
Literature
Love or to Believe
I've sought consolation in your need of my hands,
Believing my heart depends on you like the love in your eyes I feel,
Your breath chasing whispers of things I long for,
Or simply something to fill my soul.
I've dreamed of finding you face to face with me after kissing you,
And when you finally saved me,
I wondered if my heart could hold you more than miss you,
Sing of waves of desires that might be or to simply living to believe.
So I held you today as treasuringly as I could,
Sinking your smile to memory,
As I realized...
My heart has already been subscribed to you in order to believe.
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Oh lookee, I actually made it rhyme.
And yeah, I wrote for someone.
And yeah, I wrote for someone.
© 2010 - 2024 Raven-Mapleson
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wow.... this is great it flows together very nicely