literature

If Heaven Didn't Exist.

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             Your gooey, sticky fingers are tracing
      my pale naked back
                     and i'm laying on top of your rib-cage,
                 my head moving up and down
                         as you take every breath
                                            in
                      and every breath
                                                  out.

                   I imagined us in a cornfield
      (The one by my house that got meaningful buildings
                             put on it's hard surface)
              and we were laying in the summer bed of grass
                      with nothing but beauty swarming around us
          and you silently told me the words
                                  I never wanted you to say.
                   But now the sun has decided to rest
            and i still haven't said a word back to you
                                       because you do not understand,
               I'd hate to have your heart spill out all over my clean feet.
       Then i would have to cover up each track back to my house
                               and through my kitchen doors
                        while you slowly started slipping away.
I took the idea from myself that every guy who confesses they like me is never the one i prefer and i can never think of anything to say to them because i can't help but not like them.
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tears92's avatar
Love the last four line. Looove it!