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I am living like I am dying
I am laughing like I am crying
I am letting go, like I am still trying
I am okay like I am not fine
I realize its all in the past like a feeling it could have last,
I think I have moved on like there is nowhere I belong,
I’ve forgotten the meaning of a kiss, like it meant the taste of your lips
I think of sunshine, but I imagine an eclipse.
I know life will bring more, like leaving me behind a closed door,
I'll survive every pain, like dying every night was not a fun game,
I stay awake in sleep, like I have more promises to keep.
I believed every word you said, like beautiful lies didn't exist.
Heartache is only imaginary, like I'm begging for a cure,
its not like you're never happy again, like I can recall the last time I was,
it hurts but its not the end of the world, like there is more to lose?
life is not just about 'love', like love is all there is to life.
I am laughing like I am crying
I am letting go, like I am still trying
I am okay like I am not fine
I realize its all in the past like a feeling it could have last,
I think I have moved on like there is nowhere I belong,
I’ve forgotten the meaning of a kiss, like it meant the taste of your lips
I think of sunshine, but I imagine an eclipse.
I know life will bring more, like leaving me behind a closed door,
I'll survive every pain, like dying every night was not a fun game,
I stay awake in sleep, like I have more promises to keep.
I believed every word you said, like beautiful lies didn't exist.
Heartache is only imaginary, like I'm begging for a cure,
its not like you're never happy again, like I can recall the last time I was,
it hurts but its not the end of the world, like there is more to lose?
life is not just about 'love', like love is all there is to life.
Literature
Heartbreak...
HEARTBREAK TASTES JUST LIKE STEEL
How do you feel? I designed myself to love you more, I scratch your skin, I'm waiting outside to tell you you're lovely.
I crawl to your house and I nail myself to your door with my arms outspread, so you can see that I love you more.
I slit my wrists with porcelain and I tear my throat to shreds so you would notice me, finally, finally.
I swallow my promise to never taste this again, I'm laughing as I bleed to death, as I bleed to death, as I bleed to death
Hold out. It's such a waste to say that you need me more, when you really don't at all.
It's the iron taste of blood in my mouth from biting my ton
Literature
Would you miss me?
Would you miss me if I died
Would you kiss me if I cried
Would you hold me tight
Would you squeeze my hand
As my last breath left me
Would you miss me in the night
Cause im not there by your side
Would you cry on my grave
Would you leave flowers in summer
Crosses in winter
Would you cry when someone speaks my name
Would you put my picture in a frame
Would you miss me if I died
Could you wait to be by my side?
Literature
Just Need To Hear You Say
Have you ever heard the sound of a breaking heart?
It's a beautiful tragedy
A self-proclaimed misery
Have you ever seen your shadow in the dark?
It's a one of a kind circumstance
So open your eyes and hold your hands...
Out
Take a deep breath now
And in all the uncertainty
There's one thing I know for certain:
I love you
I love you...
And if was just you and me against the world
Well I don't need the world
'Cause I love you
I love you...
So don't give up just yet
We will find a way
To make this work out
I just need to hear you say:
"I need you"
Have you ever heard the wind whisper your name?
It's a creepy kind of melody
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I think I'm having split feelings, I think one thing and it means something else in my head. Which you may have realized after reading this through.
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Very nice. And I sympathize, in past years of loving... thinking one thing (or more)... feeling another (and then some)... wondering why (and why not)... and when will it cease (but fearing what left will there be)... another choice (of life over death)... life taking precedence (of course, because it can)... walking, talking, plodding through... (to?)... wherever it was meant to take, me....
Or that is what I heard, in my own heart.
Your lovely poem.
Or that is what I heard, in my own heart.
Your lovely poem.