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I miss you because I hold you so dearly
You're mostly in my mind, but not because I worry
But because I miss the gentle voice that inspired my poems
The playful personality that cheered me up every moment
Your adorable ways, that would always warm my heart
How beautiful you are that you'd break the fourth wall
Your difference between girls, being real, not a thought
My heart was sad until here, you were brought
Because every time I go to sleep
I wish that you were here, laying down next to me
Hopefully, you feel the same
Because without you, I just can't stay sane
You're mostly in my mind, but not because I worry
But because I miss the gentle voice that inspired my poems
The playful personality that cheered me up every moment
Your adorable ways, that would always warm my heart
How beautiful you are that you'd break the fourth wall
Your difference between girls, being real, not a thought
My heart was sad until here, you were brought
Because every time I go to sleep
I wish that you were here, laying down next to me
Hopefully, you feel the same
Because without you, I just can't stay sane
Literature
A letter to past loves.
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new realizations about love]
You only ever touched me
in the dark alleys of town,
out of sight, but you were never
out of my mind.
Your kisses were new and sloppy,
and your hands left bruises
on my chilled skin.
My friends said you were bad for me,
but I fell in love with your eyes of coal.
[content deleted due to :
new realizations about love]
Literature
First Kiss
I look at you, I'm nervous as hell, hoping against hope that you'd kiss me.
The empty street, the soft porch light, your hazel eyes are all I can see.
You lean down slowly, gently, letting your soft lips brush against mine.
You do it again, again, and again... We completely lose track of the time.
On my toes, your fingers lost in my hair, my body moulding to fit yours perfectly.
You kiss my neck, my heart hammers away, your lips tasting like heaven to me.
I was eighteen and never been kissed, until you came along, weakening my knees.
With you it was perfect, as it should be... Would you kiss me once more, please?
~C♡
Literature
The Lie
It hides alone, buried, concealed
Mistrust, betrayal, never to be healed
A blemish on the human soul
Colder than ice and blacker than coal
The threads it weaves stay locked in place
Hiding the truth from many a face
And as it continues to defy
The truth is revealed
As is the lie
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Beautiful, mostly how I feel...except about a boy. All of your work is fantastic. Just sayin'.