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I sold my soul, but not to the Devil
I sold my soul to a teenage girl
and all that she asked in return for my spirit
Was that I fall in love with her
I told her that without my spirit
I did not think I would be capable of love
She cut my name in to her arm
I think that she has suffered enough
I held her closely in my arms
Until our hearts did beat as one
She fell asleep unaware
That the next morning I would be gone
From a girl to a woman to an angel
She shall live, she shall love, she shall grow
Fate suggested I leave her
To eternally mingle our souls
But there will be no trace of my existence
I simply will have never been
Though as my soul now lays beside her bones
She will know she was loved by me
I sold my soul, but not to the Devil
I sold my soul to a teenage girl
and all that she asked in return for my spirit
Was that I fall in love with her
I sold my soul to a teenage girl
and all that she asked in return for my spirit
Was that I fall in love with her
I told her that without my spirit
I did not think I would be capable of love
She cut my name in to her arm
I think that she has suffered enough
I held her closely in my arms
Until our hearts did beat as one
She fell asleep unaware
That the next morning I would be gone
From a girl to a woman to an angel
She shall live, she shall love, she shall grow
Fate suggested I leave her
To eternally mingle our souls
But there will be no trace of my existence
I simply will have never been
Though as my soul now lays beside her bones
She will know she was loved by me
I sold my soul, but not to the Devil
I sold my soul to a teenage girl
and all that she asked in return for my spirit
Was that I fall in love with her
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I tried
I tried to count my scars,
But I couldn't tell
Where one began
And another ended.
So I tried to count the cuts,
But I couldn't, because
Blood smeared across my skin,
Connecting them like a thin,
Red veil of pain.
And so I cried.
I cried a single tear, because
When I need to cry,
I can't.
Finally, I sat down,
And put pen to paper,
Or fingers to keys.
And tried to write my emotions.
But I couldn't, because
I don't know how to tell the world
What I feel like,
When I have no right.
I looked from the blood stained tissues,
Across my torn body,
Into my own eyes, reflected perfectly by the mirror before me.
Another tear was p
Literature
I Know You Hate Me Now But...
I Know You Hate Me Now But...:
Just give me a chance alright, I'll explain
To me, you're the girl that I notice everything about.
The way you laugh, the way you smile;
We got along great back then, even if we don't now.
And to be honest, I miss that...
You had the most lovely silky smooth hair
You'd give me the cutest anime girl smile
I wish I'd talked to you more about Manga,
Hell you got me started on the whole thing.
You were fantastic at drawing too
Man I was always jealous of that talent,
And I loved your drawings, like I once loved you.
I wish that you could have been a professional.
I would have bought your book every mon
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I'm Not the Marrying Kind
I'm not the marrying kind.
I have stones in my hair instead of flowers,
And a rosebush of thorns is more poignant to me.
I'm not the marrying kind.
My words aren't pretty or wise,
And I can't sing about anything but a broken heart.
I'm not the marrying kind.
I am the sort of damaged you see in an old recorder,
And the kind of old in an instrument that breaks into a billion pieces at a touch.
I'm not the marrying kind.
Neither neat, nor tidy, nor correct in my behavior,
And yes, I did in fact tell you to fuck yourself.
I'm not the marrying kind.R
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Simply gorgeous.