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One TruthI hate to say it
but I'm one of the luckiest
girls in the world.
I've grown up in
a tougher life than normal.
I've gone through things
But I've seen the ocean
I've been on the mountains.
I've felt love
as I kissed a boy's lips
and could only smile afterwords.
I've been through ups
and I've been down.
But I've had those moments
that only happen in fairy tales.
movie only scenes.
My Heart..I bet if I walked into your room
it would be empty.
It would smell of
dust and loneliness.
I imagine that your mother,
she keeps your bed made
for the few days every three months,
that you come back home to stay.
I bet your tv is collecting dust
because you never used it in the first place.
And your Gundam figurines,
they're forgotten on their shelves.
And I can imagine
that your posters are still
chillin on the wall.
Waiting for an eye
to catch sight of them.
And I bet the sun,
it still hits your bulletin board
with all the junk you collected
over the past years.
The picture of you and a dog,
are probably fading with out your
And I imagine that
Pepper and Digger,
they miss your terribly.
They miss sleeping at your feet
and on your head.
They miss going with you
to your bike jams
and for random car rides.
And you know what,
I miss you terribly too.
I miss laying in your bed,
staring at the bulletin board,
with the sunlight hitting it just so.
I miss the whirring sound of the f
Words Are My ForteYou never let me inside.
You never told me how you felt.
Words have always been my forte,
and actions yours.
I'm not sure you realize,
what you did to me,
or how you made me feel.
I would write you a hundred love poems,
six hundred songs,
and show you every one of them,
but you could care less.
Now I'm not sure why,
these words still pour out of me,
like the tears did,
the day you let me go.
I think they come,
because I don't know how you feel,
but I know how I feel,
and I must write it down.
mechanici want to kiss every aching wound you have,
bandage your heart every time it bleeds,
and patch up your mind over and over
because not a single tear deserves to fall
from your brandy-drenched eyes
but this dripping heart of mine can only feel
and the healing honey words it flames get caught
in the back of my throat and on the roof of my mouth
so i only have these passionate guttural cries
to tell you that i care all too much
and in order to fix you up again,
i would need to tear myself to tatters
and trade all of my working parts
for your leftover, fading pieces
but i just haven’t figured out how.
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