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Oh saint you are a sinnerI wish you could see you the way I see you.
Your world would shake as your knees buckle while your eyes glide up and down the perfect curvature of your back. Your breath would flee out of your stomach, so intimidated by the beauty that lay in front of you.
I wish you could hear my thoughts when I get lost in your eyes. Instead of you thinking I travel to your place to run away from life, you would know that I actually go to your eyes to run away from life. You would then travel to the Pacific and the Atlantic the way I do. You would float within my imagination as it swims in the blues and the ceruleans that dance underneath your eyelids. You would take notice to my whole body going limp as all power systems shut down to keep my mind running as I get lost in the rounded darkness of your pupils.
You would see the perfect carvings of your cheekbones and aid to the addiction I have to brushing my nose against the thorny bristles on your ragged jo
My MonologueWhat can we do to make you happy?
How about you erase my name out of your phone,
and my face out of your mind,
and your memories out of your heart and picture archives,
just as easy as it was before?
So you can forget my eyes and you can forget
whatever it is that you see
that you can somehow call beautiful.
That way at least one of us can keep moving toward something
because with or without you I feel like I'm stuck.
I'm not moving anywhere and the only way to fix this disgusting disease is to make believe you're not real.
You're not real.
Fuck, this isn't working.
us and other run-on sentencesI feel like this whole planet is upside down, like I am totally out of character.
I sleep in till 12 every day and stay up till three every night thinking and letting my mind wander and wonder what you're doing, until I can feel my soul deaden to the entire idea of us being together because I know in my heart that we just can't.
When I stop dreaming and when I stop fancying all these silly fairy tales in my head, my heart starts to ache, and my eyes start to get wet, and every thing loses its feeling. Life loses its feeling and I start to wonder why nothing's fair. And why I can't just forget about everything but you.
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