Stolen kisses and whispered promises
My heartbeat quickens
With the mere thought of you
Dreams told with hands held close
My eyes show the sorrow
Distance imposes
Except love knows no bounds
Butterflies soar
When I hear your voice
Broken connections and late night conversations
All the kisses and promises
My heart belongs to you
No matter the distance
Deceit Breeds Heartache by ruthlesskiller, literature
Literature
Deceit Breeds Heartache
Your face is serene,
The perfect picture of innocence
Coy words and false endearments,
Double-edged sword upon loose lips
Push the knife deeper,
I havent heard my heart rip
Lovers whisper sweet nothings,
Echoes of past memories
Your face is serene,
The perfect picture of innocence
Deceit etched into the skin,
The holes in my heart cease to mend
False promises and torn dreams,
Insufferable nights devoid of sleep
Your face is distraught,
The perfect picture of irony
Stolen kisses and whispered promises
My heartbeat quickens
With the mere thought of you
Dreams told with hands held close
My eyes show the sorrow
Distance imposes
Except love knows no bounds
Butterflies soar
When I hear your voice
Broken connections and late night conversations
All the kisses and promises
My heart belongs to you
No matter the distance
I don't need you.
I don't need any of you.
I can take care of myself.
I don't need you.
I don't want you.
I don't want you around.
I'm happy by myself.
I don't want you.
Why are you here?
I told you to leave.
Why don't you go?
I told you to get lost.
Where are you going?
I asked you to stay.
Where are you?
I asked for your help.
I need you.
I admit,
I need you.
I want you.
I admit,
I want you.
Don't go.
Stay.
Why am I alone?
There was no possible way to access my old account(s) so for some bizarre reason I decided to create another one. I have a spectacular Nikon D60 SLR camera that is my baby and I've decided to start writing poetry again. I never claimed that I'm successful at either, but I love them both and I enjoy it. No one reads poetry on myspace or facebook and profile pictures are repetitive.
Hopefully doing this will improve upon my skills as a photographer and as a poet.
I've actually kind of missed deviantART.