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Where I do not seek youYou are everywhere
where I do not seek you
I see you
sitting under the old oak
standing by my house
but it is not you
I know it isn't
I know it couldn't be
I hear you
whispering my name
in my ear
calling out for me
“don't leave me”
I feel you
your warm fingers
clasping my hand
the touch lingers
but it was never there
Would you?If I loved you for the longest and the spark faded, would you be angry?
If I left, would you chase me?
If I started to love someone else, would you be jealous?
If I still loved you, would you give me a chance?
If I cried, would you comfort me?
If I disappeared, would you search the Earth for me?
If things went wrong, would you leave me forever?
If I showed you my true self, would you love me all the same?
If one day this all ended, would you want it to start again?
My Way of Saying I Love HerI told my girlfriend as long as she's with me not to wear make up. I told her she can wear what she wants, because she's already beautiful to me regardless told her she didn't have to try to impress me, because she already does without missing a beat. It's a remarkable feat to find a woman as grand as she for you see I told her if she had any acts to drop 'Em at the front door, because I wanted to fall in love with the real her, like she fell in love with me people spend too much time trying to do everything in a relationship and forget to be happy! For where is the passion, the delicate flame of longing and desire, if you lose sight of being happy? Where's the enlightenment of being together if you learn to not even stand each other? What's the point of looking for love if you never try looking for happiness? What's the point of giving someone your heart if they don't deserve it? Let me just say I'm real when I say I'm happy, and I'm more joyous with her than without, b
EmptyWhen you left
Walking without turning
You forgot your
Sweatshirt hanging on the bedpost
And tennis shoes with the socks still in them
Climbing up the stairs
You forgot your smell
And the hum of your voice
You forgot to take away
The taste of your cooking
Or the lump of your blanket
On the couch
You forgot the curves of your face
In photographs on the bookshelf
And your muddy footprints in the backyard
You forgot to take the ring
Of your guitar playing in the hallways
Now you have left me
With clutter that only reminds
Like this house I am full
Of curtains, tables, beds,
Chairs, pictures, carpets
Full of memories that have no more use
They only exist to show
What is no longer here
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scheinbar is a much-loved and well-known deviant. Just one look at her gallery, filled with enchanting photography, will have you mesmerized. A deviant for over 7 years, Christiane can always be found posting inspirational features as well as regularly commenting on other deviations and encouraging and empowering her fellow deviants. We are inspired and insist that you too stop by and congratulate ... Read More