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imagine this,
we're lying in bed
bare chest to bear chest
all warm skin and racing hearts
i can feel every curve,
every smooth plane
of your naked body
i'd stay like this forever
my face nuzzled into
your collar bone
my eyes tightly shut
your soft breath on my hair;
safe.
picture this,
we're sitting on my bench
its cold and you have your arms around me
whispering "warm up babe, warm up my love"
the stars are out just for us,
my legs are over yours
with a blanket tightly around us
i'm smiling and you're whispering
secrets into the pink shell of my ear
telling me "i'm falling for you, miss may.
i'm really falling"
we're lying in bed
bare chest to bear chest
all warm skin and racing hearts
i can feel every curve,
every smooth plane
of your naked body
i'd stay like this forever
my face nuzzled into
your collar bone
my eyes tightly shut
your soft breath on my hair;
safe.
picture this,
we're sitting on my bench
its cold and you have your arms around me
whispering "warm up babe, warm up my love"
the stars are out just for us,
my legs are over yours
with a blanket tightly around us
i'm smiling and you're whispering
secrets into the pink shell of my ear
telling me "i'm falling for you, miss may.
i'm really falling"
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...you ask me, and i say...
i.
you ask me how i feel
and i say,
"fine."
you don't hear it in my tone,
but what i really mean is,
"terrible."
i don't tell you
that my skin is sagging from my bones
and
my heart skips two beats at a time
and
my lungs are wracked with pain
because i'm holding back.
i don't tell you
that when i wake up in the mornings,
it feels as if my dreams are drowning me
and all i want to do
is fall asleep peacefully for once.
ii.
you ask me what i'm thinking
and i say,
"nothing."
you don't see it in my gaze,
but what i really mean is,
"everything that matters."
i don't tell you
that my mind is a tornado
spanning the distanc
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Who Are You Trying To Fool?
I peel back my pockmarked skin and claw away at my imperfections. I wish to know what it feels like to be stared at; not because I'm a freak or burn people's retinas but because they're drawn to me. Struck by my eyes that promise unrequited love and legs that could take you anywhere you dream of.
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My hips may not lie but I can guarantee you my lips do and my road maps will leave you off track and wandering aimlessly. I'm not your role model or tour guide or best friend and I hope you know that when you need me, I won't be there.
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I pluck my eyes out and wander around so I can see what it's like to be blind. I've always had a d
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one of them.
i'm one of those girls.
the ones that sip tea like vodka
the ones who tie bows around their ribs
to keep out strangers
the ones that spill onto pavement,
pooling around parked cars
and resting gulls
the ones that turn off the lights
to see their skin turn from
pale to bleached
the ones that wear dresses
only within the four walls of their bedroom
the ones that like the feeling
of chapped lips in november
the ones that would dye their hair
red, brick red, to match old apartment buildings
that hold character and charm
the ones that sit in trees, legs crossed
telling stories, or rather waiting
for their story to be told.
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i love how true all of this is
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Gorgeous! I absolutely love it