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Sitting down here at my computer
Talking to 'friends' over the blue,
You probably think I'm a loser
But I, I couldn't believe that's true
Walking around in the playground -
A bustling oasis of games in the cold.
But to me nobody ever utters a sound,
It's not surprising, they're seven years old.
What do I do of a friday night?
Do I walk around in search of a mate?
Or fool around and get in a fight?
OK, I'll tell you, but please don't hate
I don't go out or have friends round -
That'd be kind of hard, 'coz they are
Only inside my computer tightly bound
But don't worry, I've a friend who's not afar.
A lingering memory of a year long past,
When to her breasts, I did gently tend
In the hope, she'd let me grab on her ass
But all she gave me - my STFriend.
At night, I'm never alone
Nor could I be, I won't pretend
I snuggle up at home
with my sexually transmitted friend.
I've told you this, come on in, undress
And please let me share with you
My companion and this beautiful mess
And whatever y
Sunlight beams i nto my bedroom.
How many days now has our l ust
been segregated like day and night, i w o nder?
If I could count, I would doubt it's v erity,
for to me it se e ms much longer.
I guess what I'm tr y ing to say to you
while blinded by streaks of yell o w is
i love yo u .
SolaceShe never slept well in the dark,
not without the children of the sun and moon
to guide her weary lids home.
Guided by the aftermath, she was always two steps behind.
What did the world look like to the girl who had been through it all?
Braved the heaviest of storms,
yet skipping over cracks in the pavement.
They said her eyes were the wisps of clouds before the storm.
To him they were reflections of pages overlooked.
She said it was like she lived the life of someone she had never met.
Laid out to dry, yesterdays news.
He knew her as the girl who was built to never collapse.
He wished he was too.
He loved her more than words could say, and yet her pain was such,
that at times, he feared she wouldn’t make it.
But on nights like these, even when it threatened to consume her,
he became convinced that somehow she would.
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