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Watch her smile sweetly often
But frozen smiles never reach the eyes
And words escape the cherry lips
And weaves an ugly mess of lies
Kindly, she will take your secret
And stab you in the back
Viciously, she taunts you’re being
Drawing out her cruel attack
Silently she takes it back
Tripping over her own pride
And yet that one apology
Cannot take back tears you cried
Quickly worn patterns form
Forced smiles upon ones face
And it’s too hard to keep up
With this unreasonable pace
Realisation dawns at midday
Everything suddenly fits
There's nothing wrong with you at all
You’re just friends with a bitch
But frozen smiles never reach the eyes
And words escape the cherry lips
And weaves an ugly mess of lies
Kindly, she will take your secret
And stab you in the back
Viciously, she taunts you’re being
Drawing out her cruel attack
Silently she takes it back
Tripping over her own pride
And yet that one apology
Cannot take back tears you cried
Quickly worn patterns form
Forced smiles upon ones face
And it’s too hard to keep up
With this unreasonable pace
Realisation dawns at midday
Everything suddenly fits
There's nothing wrong with you at all
You’re just friends with a bitch
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Ugly
On her knees again
Staring at her sullen reflection in the toilet bowl water
Watching, as she thrusts her fingers down her throat
And flushes away the pain
Pale, ashen, skin clinging to her withered frame
Wasting away from the beautiful person she once was
Her distorted body is disintegrating before her eyes
But in her disoriented state, nothing is wrong
The false images she sees on her television screen
Are etched into her mind
They are all she sees
And have stolen her life from her
Her weak knees buckle beneath her
She falls to the cold bathroom floor
Her breath dwindles to a mere word...
'Ugly'
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what we didn't want came true
it was you against me and me against the wall
pushing and shoving into me, forcing apart my legs
i felt my hips dig into yours and my head hit the flat surface
i screamed and screamed and screamed but nothing happened except
the touch of your lips against my skin, and under it the breaking of my brittle bones
you clasped your hands around my throat and held tight
the air began to close off, and my lungs felt weak
tears appeared and bruises started to swell all over my body
"stop" i plead, but you just laughed
and unbuttoned my blouse.
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it were days like today where i felt
used, broken and too fucked up
to even glance at my
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Whore
Touch me where we're not supposed to,
Just to let me know you care.
Hold me close and kiss me hard,
Just so I know you're really there.
Take off my cloths and I'll take yours,
We'll let this happen as it should.
Make love as has never been made,
Or at least the best we could.
I feel dirty and amazingly cheap,
So overrated and used.
I guess it could have been better,
But at least I'm still amused.
I'm a whore not worth a dime,
Kill me now to clean the streets.
Spray me down and hang me to dry,
Just leave me with the sheets.
You should hold me now the most,
When I really need a hand.
But instead of
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hey i was wondering if i could use this on my myspace. ill give u full credit and put in quotes and everything. pweeeeeeez