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Love Again…
Love again…
Is knocking on the door to my heart....
Trying to get in....
So desperately trying
Trying its best...
To break through
But with no prevail
For my heart’s walls are too thick and strong
For love’s weapons are too thin and weak
But there are cracks….
In the wall that shields my heart
And by that it comes through to my core….
Love again invades me…
Taking over my heart…
Making it beat wildly…
Making me act childishly….
For a person that may break my heart again
I already know that it might happen again
But still I fall to its hold
Making me like that person more and more
Until the awaited day of heartbreak
Or will it be a happy ending?
Love again…
Is knocking on the door to my heart....
Trying to get in....
So desperately trying
Trying its best...
To break through
But with no prevail
For my heart’s walls are too thick and strong
For love’s weapons are too thin and weak
But there are cracks….
In the wall that shields my heart
And by that it comes through to my core….
Love again invades me…
Taking over my heart…
Making it beat wildly…
Making me act childishly….
For a person that may break my heart again
I already know that it might happen again
But still I fall to its hold
Making me like that person more and more
Until the awaited day of heartbreak
Or will it be a happy ending?
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Heartbreak
It's sad I have nothing left to live for
It's pathetic I have nothing left to die for
All I wanted was you in my arms
All I got was a heartbreak
Another day passes by
Still my wound troubles
Still I wear a false smile
Another year will pass by
And will I be healed then?
Never to feel your flesh against mine
Never to have your soft embrace
Never again to feel your weight on my leg
I wanted to say I belived the lie
I still want to say the truth
There was no truth
There was only Lies
What happens to the Soldier in world peace?
What happens to the Warrior when there's nothing left to fight?
What happens to the poet when every
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Heartbreak
Insomnia
Is my lie
That I use daily
Like makeup
To cover my sadness
Sadness
Is my being
That makes up what's left
Of this lonesome shell
That encases death
Death
Is a release
That shatters reality
Freeing all of those
Who no longer feel love
Love
Is just a game
That always ends trajicly
Tearing apart the souls
Of those intertwined by fate
Fate
Is something fake
That's used as an excuse
For leaving someone close
When they need your support
Support
Is waht I thought I had
That feeling of having a friend
Without them I am nothing
I'll never learn to mend
Mend
Is wha
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Heartbreak
Tears coursing down my cheeks,
Scrambling to dash away their presence.
Running from the room,
Trying not to let the others see.
Hearing footsteps follow,
Wishing they wouldn't.
Why does this happen at the worst times?
Why can't it happen in the privacy of my own home?
The heartache's always there,
Though you try to hide it.
You try to continue you're existence as if
You harbored no such hurt.
But every once in a while,
It will make itself known.
You will be unable to stop it.
Forcing its presence to be acknowledged,
It allows you no time to run.
No time to push it back into its corner.
It's presence
Leaves you running from
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