| Deviant Login | Shop | Join deviantART for FREE  |
Take the Tour  |
to Sam the day after christmas sometimes you break your own heartto Sam the day after christmas by ~mlefay13
in hopes that you'll lose some of the more troublesome bits.
Then you have to pick it up
And try to work with what's left over.
I'm sorry that you got the reheated remnants
of love Salvaged
from my last masochistic exercise in failure.
It always grows best when cut back,
like plants in the fall,
but blooms are born from care.
I'm sorry you didn't realize that.
Maybe I asked too much.
Maybe I lost too much in fall.
untitled poem Two days passed;untitled poem by ~mlefay13
the silence went uninterrupted.
The only battle
left to fight
was the one
left in the shadow
of a broken mind
left hanging
by seductive satin ribbons
from the post of the sinful bed of sanity.
Gaunt wasted fingers march
dutifully down mute keys
bearing the burden
of a body ostracized by the soul.
Moved to insolence by an invisible touch
lighter than
the broken wing of a house fly
falling through still air
the vacant player shatters
the last remaining vestige
of cruel melody.
The splintered remains,
the faded white and oiled black
teeth, fall
you were number 20 There is something to be saidyou were number 20 by ~mlefay13
for the 1st,
and for the 10th,
and for the 20th.
I remember the first,
I've forgotten the 10th
and
you were number 20.
I hope that makes you feel special.
I know you remember
that night you took me outside;
we sat on the steps of your friend's house,
and you told me that my eyes
would kill you
that you
would write those words in blood.
I cried and
I protested.
but
I felt the shame,
the deceit,
rising up in my throat.
the bitterest gall.
you were right.
that betrayal,
that was inevitable.
I still sit on those steps;
he's number 21.
Tired 
I am becoming a deviantart troll. i just sit here and look at everyone else's INCREDIBLE art and feel bad about mine...  haha. someone kick me off the computer and rght back into my room where I can again make a mess with pastels and charcoal. ^_^ <3 <3 <3 about me: I ride dirtbikes. I like cars I drive a range rover and I actually take it off road. I draw I read I'm terrible at writing but I keep trying I watch too much tv!!! >  I'm a small spanish girl. I'm a lover People think I'm a slut I don't leave the house enough to be a slut I haven't gone to a party... ever. I mean, a bar-mitzvah in seventh grade. I'm going to college next year. I intend to major in anthropology because the school im going to doesnt have an archaeology major.  I want to be an archaeologist.talk to me so i can at least have an online social life!!!  <3 <3 <3 |
Sta.sh
--
Iѕ іt јυѕt mе οr ԁοеѕ tһіѕ routine еνеr ɡеt inside уουr head?
--
haha tht's me
--
--
haha tht's me
--
Hay quienes les gustan las nuevas tendencias; yo prefiero las viejas corrientes.
--
haha tht's me
--
haha tht's me
--
...
<3 fuck love, love fucking. <3
--
haha tht's me
--
...
<3 fuck love, love fucking. <3