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Fire soaring in my finger tips, over my blushing lips as you brush your kisses on my cheek.
Salt water in my eyes, tickling down in silver tracks of desperation.
You catch my breath in your throat, and I can see your heart beating in my chest. We're one and the same.
Embraced in your warmth, melting to your tender touch, your words of comfort and ignorant understanding: if only I could believe you when you say things are going to be okay.
But you're the only one who understands the way my heart breaks, cries.
The way it fractures, and rebuilds itself.
Your strength, your absolution become my foundations, my shoulders when the truth breaks my will.
You're the body that shelters my soul and the ties of love when I can't give anymore.
With our clothes on, you have the power to touch all of my senses - take over and control.
Protect.
Become my footsteps, and guide me through.
Salt water in my eyes, tickling down in silver tracks of desperation.
You catch my breath in your throat, and I can see your heart beating in my chest. We're one and the same.
Embraced in your warmth, melting to your tender touch, your words of comfort and ignorant understanding: if only I could believe you when you say things are going to be okay.
But you're the only one who understands the way my heart breaks, cries.
The way it fractures, and rebuilds itself.
Your strength, your absolution become my foundations, my shoulders when the truth breaks my will.
You're the body that shelters my soul and the ties of love when I can't give anymore.
With our clothes on, you have the power to touch all of my senses - take over and control.
Protect.
Become my footsteps, and guide me through.
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Irretrievably Broken
What can you do when the person who is supposed to love you the most doesn't care at all?
What should you do when the person who is supposed to have your back at all times stabs you in it instead?
What does it say when all the people who were supposed to be friends to both of you kept their silence?
I may forgive one day, but I will never trust again.
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Way Back Home
It was so hard to believe
The detour I had to take
Was a lie I was to live
Only caused my heart to break
I couldn't do enough
I couldn't be enough
Where to go from the end of the line
The harder the strain
The greater the pain
Until reaching the limit of mine
It’s a leap of faith one chooses
To ask why not instead of why
Having run out of all excuses
No choices left except to try
Finding my way back home
I was lost, but now I’m found
Finding my way back home
I have learned to stand my ground
When not knowing who I was
It couldn’t have felt more strange
Being always at a loss
I just knew it had to change
I can do enough
Literature
Relive
and you and i relive our joy every night without much thought about why we do it we share the details of our secret loves with one another rekindling the fire that sparked it all the glimmers the sparkle the glamour of that first interest leaves you and i hungry and i believe you and i are growing closer by these addictions and vices we feed at 3:15 am this dream exchange is going to crash one day because the money we stake on this dream talk is quite a big gamble and we, the poor and sensitive, are running out of free passes yes one day either we will consume our dreams or they will consume us.
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i really like this, especially the descriptions.. a really sweet piece