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Once upon a time I was all alone
My spirit was wild and free
Feelings like this were still an unknown
I'd never given such a huge part of me
Now I live each day with only half of my heart
And when you're gone my whole world turns blue
Not connecting to you always tears me apart
I don't regret getting so lost in you
Your world has become such a huge piece of mine
This combination is everything I desire
There is no going back after crossing the line
Just being with you always sets me on fire
You warm me up with the sound of your voice
You'll always be enough to get me through
Every day I wake making the same old choice
Forevermore I want to be lost in you
I've found myself while pursuing your love
As my one muse you've inspired me to grow
To me you're a miracle sent down from above
Deep in my soul I've always just seemed to know
My spirit was wild and free
Feelings like this were still an unknown
I'd never given such a huge part of me
Now I live each day with only half of my heart
And when you're gone my whole world turns blue
Not connecting to you always tears me apart
I don't regret getting so lost in you
Your world has become such a huge piece of mine
This combination is everything I desire
There is no going back after crossing the line
Just being with you always sets me on fire
You warm me up with the sound of your voice
You'll always be enough to get me through
Every day I wake making the same old choice
Forevermore I want to be lost in you
I've found myself while pursuing your love
As my one muse you've inspired me to grow
To me you're a miracle sent down from above
Deep in my soul I've always just seemed to know
Literature
The Death Within Life
Raging Seas
Dark skies
Endless tears
Cold fires
That is what life is.
No fairy godmothers
or knights in shining armor.
Only witches and cauldrons
recipes for disaster.
There are no three wishes
or steeds that fly.
No hero, no powers,
certainly no rewinds.
Life is but time
flowing forward.
Spent by little moments
we call ours.
It is never enough,
not once.
Fragments engraved
they're left to remain.
Not even our mind, our knowledge
can prolong our hours.
To live them as they come
seconds remembered, never forgotten.
To let them pass
by our envy and our pride.
No wonder we are fools
both then and now.
Not one of us
Literature
One Left
xi.
I saved all my best words
for you.
(You deserve so much more.)
x.
You were angry
before I could have a chance to explain.
Had you stayed, I could have told you;
I only meant that you were a puzzle.
(I just can't figure you out.)
ix.
You've been where I have,
but you were never in this deep.
Or at least you never told me about it.
(So please;
don't pretend to understand.)
viii.
I write about space
to fill it with all the stars
you never look at.
(Stop watching your feet when you walk.)
vii.
If I'm holding too tightly,
it's only because I'm afraid.
(Everyone leaves.)
vi.
It's a cliche;
but it's not me.
It reall
Literature
But Now Your Gone
You used to say,
"Everything will be okay"
but now,
were is my calm?
With you gone,
there is no meaning
With you gone,
there is no hope.
I realize it's you.
It's always been you.
The one who haunts my dreams.
The one who carried me all this way.
I'm broken without you.
A dog without a home.
A home without a family.
I'm empty.
...but you'r Gone.
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This.. is a very powerful poem for me personally. I wasn't sure I wanted to upload it or not, but I've decided to. I'm not one to ever by shy about my feelings, my passion, or my love. I've got no reason not to upload it aside from potential shyness.
It's very honest, passionate, and open. It's been a while since I've written something like this. Obviously it's been written for the woman I love. I hope she likes it.
I hope you like it too.
It's very honest, passionate, and open. It's been a while since I've written something like this. Obviously it's been written for the woman I love. I hope she likes it.
I hope you like it too.
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I"m glad you put it up. I like the heartfelt honesty and the feeling contained. She is a lucky lady.