Would it be wrong to say that you're the world to me?
That I never really was alive until I met you?
That you're the reason I'm here?
I look into your eyes
and melt into your soul.
So much is said through them,
I think I only know a few.
You chuckle when I say I can tell,
when something is wrong.
But it is true.
I've picked up on your slight voice changes.
I wonder if anyone else could?
Probably, for I am not the first
to be with you, to love you.
But, I have been with you the longest,
and as so, fallen for all of you.
I know I don't show it
and I don't know why.
But you are part of me,
and as so, will always be.
So, no ma
It calls from the darkest corner
It starts as a quiet whisper
At first its easy to ignore
But as time goes by
It gets harder
Soon its screaming from that corner
Yelling, shouting and demanding
To be released from its prison
Oh, but you can't
You just can't
Let it out
There are so many people
That you have promised
But it begins to call
In a voice so soft
A voice so sweet
That it just drips
Poison
Looking to that corner
You long for your old
Friend
"Maybe just a peek," you whisper
Oh how beautiful it is
Oh how the light reflects
Off of its sharp surface
And once more it calls
So soft and sweet
You long for its touch
Would it be wrong to say that you're the world to me?
That I never really was alive until I met you?
That you're the reason I'm here?
I look into your eyes
and melt into your soul.
So much is said through them,
I think I only know a few.
You chuckle when I say I can tell,
when something is wrong.
But it is true.
I've picked up on your slight voice changes.
I wonder if anyone else could?
Probably, for I am not the first
to be with you, to love you.
But, I have been with you the longest,
and as so, fallen for all of you.
I know I don't show it
and I don't know why.
But you are part of me,
and as so, will always be.
So, no ma
They always blame the victim, the one who's life was so full of pain.
He just wanted to end the hurt, erase the pain.
And they call him a selfish bastard; they just don't understand.
They were always looking on the outside, never wondering what harbored within.
Behind that flawless, prefect mask, was a broken and dying soul.
So lost.
So alone.
And they turned a blind eye every time his mask cracked; not believing what they saw.
With his reasons growing few, he cried out for help.
But no one heard, no one listened.
With reasons growing fewer, he scarred his outside.
Hoping it would reflect his insides.
But no one saw, no one looked
PROTECT ME DA STAFF! -Join TheMovement by X-ArtisticCreations, journal
PROTECT ME DA STAFF! -Join TheMovement
SO I AM JUST MAKING THIS SEEN ONCE AGAIN. :] PLEASE SIGN IT. WHAT COULD IT REALLY HURT ANYWAY? EITHER EVERYTHING STAYS THE SAME OR WE GET HEARD. PEOPLE ARE NOT GETTING SHOT OVER THIS. :)
So over the past few months I noticed an increase in the art theft around this beautiful living gallery and due to that I am afraid that it might die. Many well known artists who have been a part of DA for awhile have either deleted their 'popular' accounts, went on hiatus, or deactivated all together. Even I considered finding a new site that protected my artwork better or at least gives me options to do so myself in a control panel somewhere. DA is losing
Oh, my delicate flower.
Let me protect you from any pain,
Let my smile protect you from the rain.
Let my love mend your soul,
Let my heart make you whole.
Let me share my joy with you.
For what is the point of me feeling joy,
If you can't feel it too?
I love you.
And I'll try to protect you from any foot,
that tries to crush you.
My oh so delicate flower...