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If you knew... -Just for you-Today is one of those days I do need to get rid of some things... Things that are not thoughts; That stuff humans call "Feelings". So please, if you came over to troll or make fun, simply do this: Close the tab and go on... It is easier... Believe me.
If you knew; If you only knew, that there are things that you can feel and cannot think. And since you don't think them are hard to believe them, it is hard to explain them. Are those things that are unknown, that can't be understood and can't be shared often. Why? Because I do fear your answer, and I fear that said answer will be your silence. It is curious though, that I still ask you, the last person who I should ask, even if I said that I won't make more questions anymore.
If you only knew that I wait for you every day, like if there's nothing more important; That I say "Good night" to you like if you were here with me; That I have found myself thinking of you, think
Si supieras... -Para ti...-No quiero que aún pierda el sentido de lo que siento... Por eso, primero lo dejo en Español. Sé que por lo general nadie lee, pero bueno.
Today is one of those days I do need to get rid of some things... Things that are not thoughts; That stuff humans call "Feelings". So please, if you came over to troll or make fun, simply do this: Close the tab and go on... It is easier... Believe me.
Si supieras; Si tan solo supieras, que hay cosas que se sienten y no se piensan. Y al no pensarlas cuesta creerlas, cuesta explicarlas. Son de esas cosas que no se saben, que no se entienden y que no se comparten a menudo. ¿Por qué? Por miedo a tu respuesta, e incluso por miedo a que simplemente esa respuesta sea tu silencio. Es curioso si, que aún te pregúnto a tí, el menos indicado, siendo que dije que no haría más preguntas.
Si supieras que te espero, como si no hubiese nada más importante; Que te doy la
Stranger LoveI am not the sunlit wing-print
splayed out on the bedroom wall.
I am not the dark mass forming
in a corner of an airless hall.
I am not the viscous vengeance
where you sink your spinning wheels.
I am not the leaky bucket
hung up on your wishing well.
You are not my soul mate missing
wandering a winter's night.
You are not the sound of angels
singing by a candle's light.
You are not the rasp of fingers
fumbling with a hasp of steel.
You are not the tattered towel
soaking up the things I feel.
I am the oblivious child,
dancing where the wildflowers are.
You are my unwitting captive
lighting up a jelly jar.
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Bluefley has a gallery filled with artwork that whisks you off in to a Sci-fi daydream, and keeps you captivated for hours. Marc has been a member of our community for over a decade and has achieved nothing but success with his astounding commitment to interacting with the community, sharing a prolific amount of video tutorials and generally being an all round rockstar deviant. It is no joke that we are absolutely delighted to award the Deviousness Award for April 2014 to ... Read More