You said its not me its you,
its just that girl who stole your heart,
and set you free.
Remember the day it rained,
the glistening raindrops painted our palms.
the vivid green grass caught on our legs,
pulling us into the murky fantasy.
swinging on those choked chain seats,
we flew like birds, unable to land on our feet.
Remember the mumbled hopes,
the whispered memories,
the time you said you'd never stop loving me.
Sunny sunrise, rainy twilight,
remembering the time i could hold you tight.
thinking of that time you said,
you'd someday fly away with me.
Her broken mind lurches on the rooftops; floating in the clouds, waiting for a force to bring her back down from these strangled heights.
Her body slumped against a crooked park bench, she slowly uncoils her tattered sleeves.
She searches for a twisted understanding, a formulated equation to make sense of it all.
With a drag from her faithful cigarette she leans back her head as the first pearly raindrop splashes between her eyes, like broken diamonds.
The sway of the trees rustle a eerie symphony; as she retraces her route from the shallow slum of her home on the pale plains of her palms.
Mum at home, drinking the cocktail of grief for
You said its not me its you,
its just that girl who stole your heart,
and set you free.
Remember the day it rained,
the glistening raindrops painted our palms.
the vivid green grass caught on our legs,
pulling us into the murky fantasy.
swinging on those choked chain seats,
we flew like birds, unable to land on our feet.
Remember the mumbled hopes,
the whispered memories,
the time you said you'd never stop loving me.
Sunny sunrise, rainy twilight,
remembering the time i could hold you tight.
thinking of that time you said,
you'd someday fly away with me.
Her broken mind lurches on the rooftops; floating in the clouds, waiting for a force to bring her back down from these strangled heights.
Her body slumped against a crooked park bench, she slowly uncoils her tattered sleeves.
She searches for a twisted understanding, a formulated equation to make sense of it all.
With a drag from her faithful cigarette she leans back her head as the first pearly raindrop splashes between her eyes, like broken diamonds.
The sway of the trees rustle a eerie symphony; as she retraces her route from the shallow slum of her home on the pale plains of her palms.
Mum at home, drinking the cocktail of grief for
I'm seriously in awe of so much of the work on dA - I usually have to stop myself looking through galleries because i get carried away and favourite & comment everything. But wow. really, WOW.
It's a really great place to get inspired.
My new goal is to hit 100 views on a piece of work..but I doubt it because after my last failure of putting in over 6 hours & no-one noticing me I stopped trying. Bad Idea. I will try again!
I BOUGHT A UKULELE TODAY!! 4-6 days for it to arrive!!! :)
& considering buying a subscription, as usual. ;)
Much love,
Dani ♥
Got tagged by ~Zevvi (https://www.deviantart.com/zevvi)
Like a year ago..never remembered to reply to it lol.
The rules are:
Choose a singer/band/group.
Answer using ONLY titles of songs by that singer/band/group.
Tag 6 more people (let them know they've been tagged).
Selected band/artist:
Paramore
Are you male or female?
Whoa
Describe yourself!
For A Pessimist, I`m Pretty Optimistic
What do people feel when they're around you?
That's what you get
How would you describe your previous relationship?
The only Exception
Describe your current relationship.
Stuck on you
Where would you like to be now?
Sunday Bloody Sunday
How do you feel about love?
Tempor
I haven't wrote in here in a LONG time.
Not much to really write; I have exams all the time, I play guitar way to much even though my teachers in America so I'm self learning still.
We're given way too much work at my school; every day 2-3 pieces are given yet alone Coursework. The most annoying thing is 'controlled assessment' meaning the work i do for my GCSE Art can't be done out of school - sure, it means people can't get their parents to do it. But what if you miss a lesson or two due to illness? Exactly. you're fucked. Also in the exam next year I won't be allowed to turn the page over, if it goes wrong it goes wrong - our teachers no