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Staring deep into your eyes I can see it
These feelings are so real they want to break free from my skin.
You can see right into me
I'm an open book to you.
Only You.
Your sky blue eyes pierce right to my heart
I could look into them all day.
But I cannot for love is forbidden.
And I know that this is love for they have taught me every feeling but this
It is more beautiful than any feeling I have ever felt
You take my hand and squeeze it tight
Knowing that they cannot erase our feelings
We hide together to talk all day
Afraid that they may find us
And wipe it away
But fear cannot destroy this feeling
I will break the law and Love.
Because I cannot live a day without you
We decide it is time to leave
We cannot hide this forever
So we lie down together and fall asleep
Forever.
Forever in each other's arms
Forever holding my Forbidden Love.
These feelings are so real they want to break free from my skin.
You can see right into me
I'm an open book to you.
Only You.
Your sky blue eyes pierce right to my heart
I could look into them all day.
But I cannot for love is forbidden.
And I know that this is love for they have taught me every feeling but this
It is more beautiful than any feeling I have ever felt
You take my hand and squeeze it tight
Knowing that they cannot erase our feelings
We hide together to talk all day
Afraid that they may find us
And wipe it away
But fear cannot destroy this feeling
I will break the law and Love.
Because I cannot live a day without you
We decide it is time to leave
We cannot hide this forever
So we lie down together and fall asleep
Forever.
Forever in each other's arms
Forever holding my Forbidden Love.
Literature
Eater of Blades
Eater of blades
break my bones
with moonstone
teeth, smooth
and archaic
as underground
lakebeds
I decompose
to layers
of silt within
the morass
of your dark
throat, swallow
my selves
to touch
your stomachs,
cherish my eyes:
delicacies rich
with minerals
allow this
lost voice
to flow through
your forgiving
bowels, to gasp
for freedom
as silent
combustible
perfume.
Literature
Dromomania
Every day I turn the key in the lock
Hoping to find you
tucked into the white folds
of an envelope,
of the bath towel I left on the sofa this morning.
But you and I, we haven't the breadth for that sort of thing.
I wish I could send you something of spring,
some distended meteor green with hope.
I'm watching the last of the oak leaves cling
stubborn
and I think
spring may not be coming this year.
There is no birdsong, there is
the furious sleeping of toads in the mud.
I came on the bench
where I slept in the warmth of your memory
this time last year.
Now the thought seems less mine and maybe it was
me you'd dreamt beside,
m
Literature
...
fine then, just leave me alone
let me rot in this "shithole" existence
you don't like it?
well it's none of your business
try to turn me around
put me on "the right path"?
it won't work
you haven't experienced such wrath
and then experienced the everlasting calm
but you'll never understand
all you know is the bad
all you remember is sad
i'm sorry you felt the need to cut me off
it's a real shame
and you weren't even involved
as if our friendship was a game
well i miss your friendship
you hurt me just as badly
as the one you criticize
still, i would renew our bond, gladly
if you weren't this way or that
stubborn, hard headed
just open you
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then it would make life worse then it already is. Wonderful poem ^^