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My future,
Isn't always clear.
My future,
Is something some should fear.
My future,
Is as cloudy as the fog.
My future,
Always makes me feel like I'm in a bog.
My future,
There's something I do yearn.
My future,
Will I make the right turn?
Isn't always clear.
My future,
Is something some should fear.
My future,
Is as cloudy as the fog.
My future,
Always makes me feel like I'm in a bog.
My future,
There's something I do yearn.
My future,
Will I make the right turn?
Literature
Who I Am
Everyone is afraid to be who they really are.
They don't want to be judged.
They don't want to be ridiculed.
They don't want to be abandoned.
Why?
They want to be just like everyone else and fit in.
I am not one of those people.
I don't care what you have to say about how I look.
I don't care what you think about me.
I don't care if you love me or not.
Why?
I'm not afraid to be myself.
Why?
Because I love me for who I am, not for what I pretend to be.
Literature
I Loved You Once Valentine
I Loved You Once
I loved you once we both promised to be together.
But that was the lie you thought i never saw but i did.
You thought i would turn a blind eye but i could not.
You broke my heart for a guy who was scum.
I no longer feel anything for you you came back one month later.
You beg and cry for me to let you in but i kept the door closed.
You broke my heart you came back in tears now it is you who has the broken heart.
You who break the heart of men you who made my mask stronger.
Well now you know now don't you that when you toy with a fragile thing like a heart
All that is left is sadness hate and a need for revenge so i h
Literature
Too Weak
To all the people in my life
I've been through a lot of strife
But all have been able to keep me up
Even if I screw it up
But some have left, some have lied
Some have hated me, even cried
My heart used to be a stone, strong and hard
But now it is cracked,like a broken glass shard
The stitches that have been sewn have tried to keep hold
While the glue on the wounds try to stay bold
But with every moment I breathe this musty air around me
I wonder deeply if this is meant to be
Wishing on a star, ha, I'm praying with might
That I can sleep another night
Laughter can help add another stitch to my scarred heart
But sometimes it isn't enough as it
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