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For YouIt seems so wrong, do I have 2 hearts or one?
No, no, it seems I have 3, or perhaps I have none.
The truth is quite simple, very easy to see,
My heart is just broken inside of me.
Did I give you a big piece, did I give you a small?
I may have not given you any at all.
But a small piece of my heart I have given to you,
Though this piece is pure and this piece is true.
There is something about this piece that you should know
If you nurture it and love it, this piece will grow.
So, be kind to my heart, and don't break it again,
because if you are kind, you surely will win.
Although, if you find that your love for me is a lack,
Please put my heart in your hands, and kindly give it back.
DearHow is this supposed to feel? Rejection. At first it came as a shock, though I knew this very result. I told you I was fine. I'm sorry I lied to you. Of course, the next step in handling this shock was inevitable. Yes, as ashamed as I am to admit it: I cried. I forbid you to feel guilty. When I finished draining my eyes, I was hit with absence; a brief case of mild amnesia. Who am I? Where am I? What happened? At that point, I hardly remembered who you were, nor did I care. Now, it's me smacking myself in the head thinking, "How could I have been so stupid as to think he'd ever feel the same?" My God, I must really be an idiot.
I never was one to believe in true love, nor everlasting love, and Heaven forbid "love at first sight" could EVER happen. I am stubborn, and skeptical in my ways, and I am so, still. But the truth is, I love you Gabriel, I truly do. I will love you forever, as I did when I first saw you. You made my heart smile.
Inspector Wolf The old lady was dead. I could smell it before I even got into the house. The whole place reeked of adrenaline, sweat, fear, copper and steel. He’d dropped her right in her living room. Chopped and chopped until she stopped moving. But I could tell I was getting close. This had been done in a hurry, and the killer didn’t have the time to clean up after himself like he usually did.
Across the room, the phone rang. The shrill sound set my teeth to grinding, but I ignored it. Instead I followed the killer’s bloody footprints into the back bedroom. He’d climbed out the window. If I hurried, I could catch up to him and end this disgusting spree he was on.
Then the answering machine kicked in. “Hi, Gramma! It’s Red. Sorry I’m running late. I kind of lost track of time. But don’t worry. I packed the picnic and I’m heading out the door right now. Love you.”
She’d been expec
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