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to love someone with all your heart.
to feel the warmth of security surrounding you.

to have that ripped away from you.

to be left standing alone,
in the cold.
tears running down your cheeks.

to reach one shaky hand out into the dark.
to feel another's fingertips brush against yours.
to feel hope leap in your chest.

then those fingers are gone.

to let your hand fall to your side.
breathe deeply.
to find the strength to lift it
one last time.
to swear that this time,
you'll get it right.
©2008-2009 ~LittleMollyJewel
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one last time.

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:iconmajimaune:
I can guess what its about, I wont say here. Its good though.

--
Here's to the kids out there smoking in the streets,
They're way to young but I'm way to old to preach,
They know it all but they still ain't seeing the truth,
Just play my song and I'll show it all to you.

Ragoo - Kings of Leon
:iconnexsusthenewb:
awwwwwwwwwwwwwwww

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"there is no good or evil, but thinking makes it so"
-william shakespeare
p.s. why does everyone i know see sweeney todd as evil?
:iconleoraigarath:
Every time I read a poem like this I remember bad times in my life, especially regarding love issues, which I had my fair share with. Every time I get hurt I feel like it’s the last time. No more for me. But I never really lost someone, not really losing. Not in my romantic life at least. When I was 13 my father died of a disease, which was the biggest loss I ever experienced.

I’m not sure what this loss is about, imaginary or not, but I know that it connects me to those places and that’s what important. This poem brings out compassion, warmness and tenderness. I love that you didn’t use capital letters; it creates an aura of humbleness around it. I like the stand-alone lines, it empower the sense of fear and lonesome. I like the honest words, the simple and direct approach. I like that you didn’t use first person – it would have been a bit immature I think.

It is a wonderful poem in its simplicity.

--
Some days I write those words, others they write me.
:iconfaeriecrone:
it's like buying shoes ... eventually you find the perfect fit ... 17 blisters and a broken heel later.

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Artists are magical helpers. Evoking symbols and motifs that connect us to our deeper selves, they can help us along the heroic journey of our own lives.
Joseph Campbell
:iconomega-sigh:
wow...very touching and inspirational...
i can kinda relate a bit but yea...

its very nice~
:iconlittlemollyjewel:
thank you :]
and thanks for the fave!

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keep your dream alive, dreaming is still how the strong survive. :invisible:

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