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once upon a dreamI want you to smile and laugh
I want you to be happy
Becouse when you are happy I am happy
When you smile i feel warm
and makes me want to dance and sing
You are the most beautiful person I've
hever met and I am so afraid
You are made of sunshine and sugar
And I am made out of dark and salt
I want to tell you how much i want to hold your
hand and walk by it , with all my dam heart
I want to make you see how brilliant and precius
you really are
You make me want to change to better
And I dont know you
I am so scared to even talk to you
But I really want to
.What if I cant stop it ?
What if it last till the end ?
Today I saw you again in my sleep
Your eye ligths were as beautiful as usual
Your hair was black like the nigthh sky
Your lips like the roses they are
So soft so kisseble
And you stared at me and I melted
And coming back to see your pretty face in my eyes
You looked so nervous and unconfortable
You looked like an angel
Last friday this beatiful was at my class
exposing a work and while he was reading it
he was making sure the class was paying attention
to him , checking sometimes whit his eyes
And obvously I was starring at him like a fucking idiot
He looked straigth into my eyes
His look was directly to my person
But that was only for a second
The sweetets second of my year so far
What if you have a pretty girl in your world
What if others see what I see
People migth be blind if they cant see how sweet and precius
And it kills me everytime
I dont want to feel this shit
Becouse you seem to think you are nothing
UglyI was rigth next to him.
I couldnt stop smiling.
And again those pretty ligths that he have in his eyes
they got me again
Like they were the moon and the sun
I tryed to talk to him
But i think he didnt heard me
Dear lord i just wanted to touch his hand
And his pretty eyebrows
And his lips
I really dont want to feel this way
Becouse i have no opportunity
Just looking at him and then going back to me
I ve never seen a smile that could ligth any room like that
and I am so sacred that someone see it
I am so afraid that you have a petty girl
I am fucking afraid of what you could think of me
You are so beautiful , I am afraid
The Parlour IncidentOne day in July, I believe it was, I found myself sitting with several acquaintances in Christopher's parlour. It was one of those deliciously lazy afternoons which only the summer in her full glory can bring. The room had a wan, listless light to it, relaxing the other guests and myself as we languidly chatted over tea and crumpets. The air was also sluggishly heavy, dulling the senses to a slowly-blended calm engendered by the heat of St. Othniel's southerly climate.
At length, after much stimulating conversation, Christopher stood, producing a book of sheet music.
"What do you all say to a bit of music?" he asked.
"Certainly," I answered.
"Oh yes, please do darling!" Tabitha exclaimed, "he's quite the maestro."
Christopher laughed, shaking his head.
"Now, now love, I'd not go that far."
He strode over to the piano as the other guests urged him on. Ida entered the room bearing a merrily steaming teapot and more crumpets.
"More tea sirs?" she inquired, shooting sideways glances at her
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