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Do not give up.
This will not destroy you.
Morning will come again.
This will not destroy you.
Morning will come again.
Literature
A Poem About Nothing
And so, I lay down on the road, in the sun, and baked on the asphalt.
The man with the gas mask fetish scares me to death.
I want to die it black hair, straight and sleek, over the lack thereof eye.
The world, indeed, shall be overrun by oysters, but it won't matter because we'll all be dead things.
What if everyone else is me too?
Dear Hamlet, the answer is to not, or at least to pretend so as to get through the being itself.
Spoiler alert: you've nothing to worry about.
Because the above states the answer to all of my problems, I'll say
Literature
hold yourself together
there is a fire in this heart
i am dying from the
inside
out
i fall in and out of love with you every day
because i never know what
love
actually is
i am a mess
i am not yours
i am no one's
hereby i have been declared nothing
i am not in love with you
my feelings are mixing in the depth of this
shallow mind, i
can only dream about loving you
and face the reality that
my name will never be uttered by your lips
i care too deeply
for this to be okay.
i spend much of my night
dreaming about the way
your day
must feel
better than mine
better that me
a delicate state is
no excuse
it's
my excuse
i would prefer not to ex
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Just the two of Us.
Sitting here cuddling your shirt
wishing you were in it,
sitting here with me
your arms around my shoulders
comforting me, keeping me safe.
My lips long for yours,
for your soft kiss, your sweet caress,
your fingers through my hair,
your eyes discovering mine
every time you look my way.
I need you here, next to me
just curled up, talking,
hoping, dreaming,
doing all the things we do
Together, just us.
Just the two of us.
Always.
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