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Little Bella
You are loved
She remembers
She cares
She is there
Still
She saw you
In times to come
She saw something
Amazing
What she saw
Now so do I
She is smiling now
She is proud
She is happy
You are never alone
Not anymore
Little Bella
Don't forget her
Remember her love
Remember her smile
I know she is there
And now
We grow from few
To many
And it all
Began
With you.
You are loved
She remembers
She cares
She is there
Still
She saw you
In times to come
She saw something
Amazing
What she saw
Now so do I
She is smiling now
She is proud
She is happy
You are never alone
Not anymore
Little Bella
Don't forget her
Remember her love
Remember her smile
I know she is there
And now
We grow from few
To many
And it all
Began
With you.
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Fire and Clay
You were so quiete, so cold underneath your warm misleading smiles. I was still oblivious that you had already made up your mind without me a long time ago. That in your ideal future you had already replaced me with someone else. That you didn't need or want me anymore. Why was I the last one to know what was happening? Why couldn't you atleast give me that? I should of known that your love was really becoming hate. Instead you treated me like I was a guilty concsious that needed to be shed so you could be free of one.
I looked at you and all I could see was glowing beauty, not the growing resentment. But I mistook the first time you showed
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self-addressed envelope
she needs to walk away.
start running before
it’s too late; don’t
turn around or he
might say again,
“i don’t love you anymore.”
it’s not what you
couldn’t do; it’s
not something you
can change, you
can’t make him love you.
you can’t fit into
a plan that never
had a place for
someone so flawed
and so close to breaking.
just because you
feel a fire, feel
a power with him
doesn’t mean
he loves you as hard.
it’s not easy to
feel it again and
not be afraid to
call it the same
name that leaves you empty.
you can’t carry
the burden of
two people and
t
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What am I to you?
How poor am I to be.
How blind am I to see.
The love that's in front of me,
That shines very brightly.
My body can't comprehend,
As it constantly seeks my life's end.
It constantly seeks sweet catharsis,
But doesn't believe any of this.
Do I even deserve this?
This sweet lovely bliss.
Why do I want to stay in a dark abyss,
But also desire a beautiful kiss?
I have nothing to offer,
And feel I must suffer,
In the long run,
For all that I've done.
I don't know what I did wrong,
But I feel like I've done a lot of wrong.
In many of my dealings,
I've destroyed others' feelings.
I desire love and connection.
I hunger for gentle affection,
But I
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Considering that my name is Bella. I feel a personal connection to this poem.