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Do you remember when
We used to tell each other
Everything
Without fearing judgement
Back before we both became
Broken bits of something
That once was beautiful
I suppose we were just children
And had no real grasp on
Anything
But I miss the days when
I didn't have to wonder
If you would be okay
Or live another day
Now we put on faces
As though we are strangers
And use the words "I'm fine"
As a barrier to hide behind
We pretend we don't know better
Than to believe
This lie
Where is my best friend?
I miss our conversations
Although, I suppose
You think the same things
But we are both too scared
To just let go, stop pretending
And let someone in
We used to tell each other
Everything
Without fearing judgement
Back before we both became
Broken bits of something
That once was beautiful
I suppose we were just children
And had no real grasp on
Anything
But I miss the days when
I didn't have to wonder
If you would be okay
Or live another day
Now we put on faces
As though we are strangers
And use the words "I'm fine"
As a barrier to hide behind
We pretend we don't know better
Than to believe
This lie
Where is my best friend?
I miss our conversations
Although, I suppose
You think the same things
But we are both too scared
To just let go, stop pretending
And let someone in
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I guess we're all alone in our minds
Alone in our hearts, in our
Hidden sufferings and cesspool of
Pain and confusion and longing
I wish I know what I'm doing this for
What im inflicting these on us for
it hurts to know that you won't know me
and i won't be there for you anymore
I'm sorry
and I don't think my sorry is enough
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It doesn't matter who has made you
It doesn't matter where you are
You could be born in China
Or nay other place, near or far.
It only matters what you do
And how you play the game
Of life itself, no easy task
To get to wealth and fame
Or perhaps you want a simpler life
Which is quite alright
But for both you must always work
Be it rain, snow, day or night.
We are only what we make ourselves
So let's get this straight right now
Don't listen to what others say
At the end be sure you can say...
Wow...
Care not for servants. traitors, sycophants and liars
Nor for life's many pits, trips, potholes and briars.
Focus on your chosen path and stick t
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The midnight falls upon
The city, like a blanket
Of black & blue.
And to lift this strangeness
And coldness, I think quietly
Of you.
The warmer days of your smile,
The breath's ocean currents,
The kisses that came as
Fires, so lovely and strange
& sudden!
The nights of the stormy
Planets, when the atmosphere
Felt dense as an oven's,
Because we were together,
Flaming, foolishly loving!
And now we're physically
Separated, and maybe it is right,
But I still think of you
When the blanket, falls
In the form of the midnight.
(4/04/2015).
Y. Syskov.
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Mourning for our losses and moving on perhaps?
Honestly, I think I never really had "true" friends until a few years ago. Maybe that's where I go my craziness
It's strange though, we try to move on, but they hang on the edge of our mental cliffs of consciences. With the insecurity of other people telling others about what is "normal" they really separate the bonds of friendship.
Honestly, I think I never really had "true" friends until a few years ago. Maybe that's where I go my craziness
It's strange though, we try to move on, but they hang on the edge of our mental cliffs of consciences. With the insecurity of other people telling others about what is "normal" they really separate the bonds of friendship.