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Today, I packed away your pictures.
And the way I folded away your smile
Felt like I was losing you for good
I took a walk to clear my head
And found something unexpected
I stepped out into the street
And the way the sun touched my shoulders
Seemed like your arms around me
I passed a candy shop
And the way the sugar scorched and browned
Became the precise shade of your hair
I lay down in the park
And the way the grass tickled me
Felt a little like your fingertips on my skin
I stayed and watched the setting sun
And the way it colored the sky a warm pink
Became the same soft color of your lips
You used to blush when I kissed you.
I saw that in the sunset, too.
Then I waited until the stars came out
And the way the they lit the night
Looked like your eyes when lit with a smile
I saw you in the world around me
And I even though your pictures were gone
I knew I'd lost nothing at all.
And the way I folded away your smile
Felt like I was losing you for good
I took a walk to clear my head
And found something unexpected
I stepped out into the street
And the way the sun touched my shoulders
Seemed like your arms around me
I passed a candy shop
And the way the sugar scorched and browned
Became the precise shade of your hair
I lay down in the park
And the way the grass tickled me
Felt a little like your fingertips on my skin
I stayed and watched the setting sun
And the way it colored the sky a warm pink
Became the same soft color of your lips
You used to blush when I kissed you.
I saw that in the sunset, too.
Then I waited until the stars came out
And the way the they lit the night
Looked like your eyes when lit with a smile
I saw you in the world around me
And I even though your pictures were gone
I knew I'd lost nothing at all.
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please let me get what i want.
For two hundred and eighty four days, I woke up. I woke up with this bone-deep ache that never went away. I woke up to an incessant question playing in my mind that would never be answered. I woke up alone.
For two hundred and eighty four days, I woke up without you when I woke up at all. The thing about time is that it never does make anything better. It just means more space to think. It means sleepless nights trying to figure it all out. When it went wrong. How to make it better. It means slowly losing my mind. But it never once meant getting over you.
It's funny how the things you think you've forgotten always come rushing back when you
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Bittersweet
"Darling, what makes you love me?" The question is so simply stated, in her purple velvet voice, as she reclines in his strong arms, and lets the bittersweet smoke caress their limbs, pulling them closer together.
His long inhale, as the toxins coat the soft tissue of his black lungs, is audible, as he mulls over the question before answering.
"I love how you can make insanity look beautiful." He states, recreating the day he came home, in his mind. The day he found her telling stories to the static on the television. The day he started to question if his joking label of "crazy" may possibly ring true.
"I love how I can tell when you're ha
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.tell me a lie_
she said, "Lie to me"
he said, "I love you"
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I'm afraid of forgetting her, but maybe my fears are groundless. She is everything I see.
The only thing I can't seem to find is the exact quirk of her smile. That was always my favorite part, as I'm sure many of you are tired of hearing.
Story poems aren't really my forte, to be honest. This is the most narrative I've ever been, I think, but trying something new is cool, too. Please do tell me if I got it right or if I missed the mark
Anyway.
Loves.
The only thing I can't seem to find is the exact quirk of her smile. That was always my favorite part, as I'm sure many of you are tired of hearing.
Story poems aren't really my forte, to be honest. This is the most narrative I've ever been, I think, but trying something new is cool, too. Please do tell me if I got it right or if I missed the mark
Anyway.
Loves.
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yep u got it right - this is about your comentary...