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You'll be a lawyer-
I'll be a writer.
You'll probably make more money but-
At least we'll both be doing things we love.
And we'll live on a farm,
Just like you always wanted and...
I want to marry you-
I can't imagine myself with anyone else.
But you don't know that.
We'd both laugh if I told you.
So it's better left unsaid.
I can see us staying up late...
Watching kiddie movies and eating chocolate ice cream.
And having candle lit dates on our bedroom floor-
Taco Bell, of course.
And on winter evenings, we'll curl up on the couch...
With hot chocolate...
As I read aloud to you-
From a book of my choice, of course.
But you don't know this...
You'd think I was weird if I told you.
So it's better left unsaid.
And one day we'll pick out a huge chair.
A chair for cuddling.
And when I'm sad-
You'll hold me in our chair...
And we'll both stay real quiet,
Taking each other in.
And eventually we'll start to talk-
Quiet murmurs at first...
And eventually we'll both be laughing like we do.
But I can't ever tell you.
These things are just better left unsaid.
And on late summer evenings,
As the sun is slowly sinking beyond the horizon-
We'll sit outside,
The two of us-
You'll play your guitar,
And I'll sing love songs.
And it will be perfect.
And I'll wear your shirts to bed-
Just because.
But we won't sleep.
We'll cuddle-
And laugh-
And tell corny jokes...
Until the sun rises.
And then sleep all day...
But it's too perfect-
Too silly-
Too ignorant.
And I can't tell you.
So it's better left unsaid.
And that's where our story ends...
Because I could never tell you.
And sometimes I wonder...
If maybe I told you...
If maybe you felt the same way...
So I wrote you this poem instead.
Literature
She always fell for boys who needed saving.
She always fell for boys who needed saving.
Giving them kisses in the dark
to numb their headache from
drinking too much and yet
not enough to kill lust.
She was always adored by boys, who,
if given the chance, would rebuild
the world for her.
But she wanted to be the heroine
and refused to see
she needed saving, too.
Literature
You're Not?
You're anorexic if you're thin
You're not? Then you're obese.
If you're different, you're insane
You're not? Then you're a fake.
If you're happy, you're hiding something.
You're not? You must be emo.
If you're dating, you're a slut.
You're not? You must have no friends.
If you're popular, you're a jerk.
You're not? You're a nobody.
If you're quiet, you must be disabled.
You're not? You obnoxious freak.
If you're you, you're wrong.
You're not?
Then you must be perfect.
Literature
I was taught right from wrong
I was taught right from wrong
By a murderer
I was taught truth from lies
By a magician
I was taught who my friends were
By my enemy
I was taught to be honest
By a professional liar
I was taught to always speak my mind
By being told to keep quiet
I was taught to be kind
By someone that beat me down
I was taught to smile
By someone who could never wipe a scowl of their face
I was taught to love
By being abused
I was taught to live
By someone who was already dead
I was taught to perform
By someone with stage fright
I was taught to be excellent
By someone that failed in everything
I was taught to rely on only my self
By being su
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Honestly, I couldn't have put it any other way.
I mean every word.
But I'm still not sure about you reading this...
I mean every word.
But I'm still not sure about you reading this...
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Um I can't remember if I wrote anything the first time I read this, so I apologize if I'm repeating myself in saying that this is beautiful. It's just touching all over again, so thank you for sharing this.