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She burns pages
To feel alive
And watch her words
Dance in the flames
She clings to his jacket
Each and every night
Since he left
Hoping to catch a whiff
Of the Old Spice scent
She loved so much
She spills her heart out
In poetry and tears
Wondering why she
Still wastes them on him
She wears a mask
Full of happiness
Secretly dying a bit more inside
Since the day he walked out
She once believed in love
But that was long ago
When silver lockets and pinky promises
Meant something more
To feel alive
And watch her words
Dance in the flames
She clings to his jacket
Each and every night
Since he left
Hoping to catch a whiff
Of the Old Spice scent
She loved so much
She spills her heart out
In poetry and tears
Wondering why she
Still wastes them on him
She wears a mask
Full of happiness
Secretly dying a bit more inside
Since the day he walked out
She once believed in love
But that was long ago
When silver lockets and pinky promises
Meant something more
Literature
Because I Miss You
I fell asleep last night with your letters by my side.
There must have been a hundred pages,
Scented with the love I've been dreaming of every day.
So it is true that I read all of them before sleep sometimes,
Just once in a little while,
Slowly like the way I long to caress your lips.
And the softness of your touch haunts my every dream,
Like this longing I have of you,
Burning ever so precariously in this moment of my heart.
Literature
I love you.
I wondered if you could hear my heart in your sleep,
Recognize the smell of my skin in your dreams,
Touch my lips when you wake up,
And whisper in my ears while I sleep.
I pondered all that as you fell asleep to my heartbeat,
Breathing softly on my chest with one of your hands still feeling me.
And when I wake up it was your lips,
Or maybe it's all just a dream.
But when I declared "I love you",
I could feel your lips at my ear,
Whispering the sweet melody,
Of everything I ever wanted to hear.
Literature
Because I Love You
Leaving you breathless is worth savoring,
Like giving you pleasure and watching you drowning in lack of memory.
So I find myself sick knowing you have to go,
Feels like forever before I can even hear your voice again.
I think I'm scared of losing you,
Or simply not seeing you every day.
Not being able to hold you at night,
Not hearing your voice all the time.
I don't think I have ever anticipated a moment so long,
For a time without your wonderful love in my life.
I don't think I can keep myself from craving you either,
Just like the predictable moments before we kiss again tonight.
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I love this. It's cute. You have moving poetry. Very inspirational and touching.<3
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you know when you post a writing, all the things at the bottom?
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what do these mean? It seems like you'd be someone who'd know...
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