Sta.sh
| in the beauty of a smile. |
| Deviant Login | Shop |
 | Join deviantART for FREE  |
Take the Tour  |
| in the beauty of a smile. |
the art of missing something the art of missing something (and not knowing what or why)the art of missing something by ~heartsung
it does not burn:
there's no heat to be felt
no flames that dance and change
the colour of an eye
it does not freeze:
no rock-hard piece of cold
that melts against the skin
and makes it shiver
it is not empty:
no hole one needs to fill
no vacant place inside a soul
that's waiting to be occupied
it is unknown
dust dustdust by ~heartsung
No, I don't think you need me anymore
I doubt you ever did
And now you've left me on this shore
Of dreams and hopes and dust
It feels like you are tired of me now
I'm almost sure you are
And now you've left me wondering how
To rise above these clouds
I can't believe that this should be the end
The end of what we had, of what we knew
And now you've left me trying not to spend
My time on thoughts of you
But I fail
Every time
Longing 
- my mummy and pillow
- my little sister
- my rebellious sister
- my adopted sister who's living in the basement
- my girlfriend
- my pet Pokémon called Charlieechu that lives in my attic and grows pumpkins there
- that strange cat I don't ever remember getting but sleep with every night, and that pushes me off the bed and takes over my pillows
- my cake-eating kitteh 
!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY !!! 
