little bit of loveI want to kiss his cute, soft lipsMore Like This
I want to feel his warm hands on my hips
I want his love to speak to my heart
I want to cuddle him for a start
His swwet, gentle voice speaks the truth
The things he say to me are so cute
I just love him what more can I say
I just hope that he is mine one day...
Missing my Sunny SkiesI miss youMore Like This
The being there,
and then you’re gone.
This pain in my chest
And I want you here.
I thought it would be better,
if you were gone.
Maybe then I could get
But I can’t
I don’t want to.
I never wanted to.
I love you.
I always have.
The time I had taken for granted.
The anger because you were never
Always coming and going
Kind of like the ocean tides.
Or the hills of the roller coaster rides.
Soft words on dark nights.
So many firsts.
So many memories.
How I wish I could rip them out!
Tear the bits out of my skull!
Let them drip out so I never had to think of you again!!!
I love you, but I hate this pain I have now that you’re gone.
Mac to my Cheese,
The one I let in, and you let me in too…
The skies have been dark,
Since you left me,
And I have been missing my sunny skies.
Realm of Fantasy, The Anatomy of a GroupDecember 7, 2012by techgnoticRealm-of-Fantasy →More Like This
Realm of Fantasy
The Anatomy of a Group
The grey dressby *sakimichan
The special kind of dedication, spirit and discipline devoted to the assembly and construction of a successful Group within the vast technicolor ocean of artworks, artists and art appreciators that is deviantART might very well be the experiential epitome of what it is to be a part of the deviantART journey. From the very first conception, through the ten thousandth practical step, alltheoriginalnames and his cadre of steadfast partners in artful curation have built a virtual sanctuary of the fantastical— Realm-of-Fantasy. Housing the largest and most significant collection of exceptional fantasy ar
98- Vol de nuitLa voleuse de minuits est passée aujourd'huiMore Like This
Me laissant un goûts des plus exquis
Ponctuelle, j'ai vu le ciel bleuir,
Alors qu'il m'a vu blanchir.
Cette nuit,j'ai vu les rouages glissés
Soleil et Lune étoilée.
Tant de mécanismes jouant sous sa peau!
Ô aube fonctionnaire,
Des nuages colorés, centenaires
Ses cris ont percé l'horizon.
Les apparats présents des vieilles photographies
Sont les promesses futures de leur médaillon.
Ô ma voleuse de nuits.