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~~Last Words~~
My legs will run and run
My body will be carried far away
You said to me that you loved me
And those are the last words I'll ever hear you say
We were once close to each other
Promised to stay together until the end
Nothing could ever come between us
We were the best of friends
But those three little words
They did something to me
They opened my heart
It was like they were the key
My heart spilled open
And you could see me for who I was
And I was frightened you'd hate me
So now we'll never see each other again because...
My legs will run and run
My body will be carried far away
You said to me that you loved me
And those are the last words I'll ever hear you say
My legs will run and run
My body will be carried far away
You said to me that you loved me
And those are the last words I'll ever hear you say
We were once close to each other
Promised to stay together until the end
Nothing could ever come between us
We were the best of friends
But those three little words
They did something to me
They opened my heart
It was like they were the key
My heart spilled open
And you could see me for who I was
And I was frightened you'd hate me
So now we'll never see each other again because...
My legs will run and run
My body will be carried far away
You said to me that you loved me
And those are the last words I'll ever hear you say
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Untitled.
I want to hurt myself...
I want to puncture my skin...
I want to feel the pain...
I want to see the blood...
...but I'm afraid.
I want to cry,
but the tears won't come.
I feel like an empty shell.
Heartless,
soulless,
emotionless.
Void of feeling anything
outside of this hell.
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selfgazing
mirrors, mirrors you loved everyone so platonically
but [mostly] yourself, the
owl has feathers and wisdom,
so you wish to fly
and learn dictionaries by heartyou'll have daily staring contests all you want is the sound of eyes watching over you
must feel must
feelanything no one tells you how to dance
so you just stand there
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the protector
i grind my palm into my stomach
and it crumbles like the soft rock
towering the highway, crashing on
the paved road.
i am not at a loss as to how it is
i became so weak. i sat myself
down one night a while ago
as i shivered from your words,
and i said
soak it in, let it poison you.
i am not a drug addict. but in you
i looked for the possibility of feeling.
and you did poison me.
i sit within dreams where your mouth
is wet, and tugging me, and my
hands are pressed deep within the
parts of you that stay warm.
i am not cold. but my bones ache
as if they are, perhaps it is because
you are so close, or perhaps it is
because the air stills
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This was one of my older poems. It seems sort of unfinished to me for some reason, but hopefully it's still good.
I hope you guys like it!
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I hope you guys like it!
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I really liked how you repeated the first stanza, especially because that one was my favorite. But it really wraps it up nicely, and I agree that it sounds quite finished. Nice work!