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One last timeverse 1
Walking on the streets alone asking myself can I remember?
how happy was I with you?
its too late my mind had died a long time ago I cant remember
please make me remember..
one last time.. please..
one last time.. can I..
hear your your voice..
one last time..
A crumbled heart surrounded by fear no love no faith I feel dead
I cry I pray for one chance to feel her face one last time
Hey lover can you see me?
hows life up there?
your gone.. I am still here
we will reunite one day.. baby I love you
The Decisions Of LoveThere is two faces of this quarter of love
heads or tails you love somebody like"heads but you want to love "tails'
Two choices "heads and tails" what is the flip going to reveal..
my heart sinks to just thinking of the idea of choosing between two women that I love this is like a sick game of Mini-Miny-MO
Is love so crazy!?
does love make you go insane!?
What happens when your stuck with two human beings that you truly love
Do you throw it all the way? or do you choose one person instead of the other?
Just leaving her heart crumbling into pieces and tears just covering her face and you don't know if you did the right decision
Somebody please just blindfold me and throw me into a river to drift my mind ,my soul,my heart away
Choosing one person just to make me satisfied how selfish I am!
Why did "GOD" do this!?
Maybe to test me?
Or just a sick twisted game that "The Devil" made to entertain himself
This being so called"The Devil" he wants to break peopl
I Belong To You I hate rain. Not really, I love it. Just not when the most beautiful, perfect, wonderful, perfect, comfortable, waterproof, perfect coat in existence has been savagely butchered by my so-called friend’s Dalmatian. Every slap of rain on my naked arms is a stinging reminder of the irreparable hole in my wardrobe.
Some people might try to fill the void with lesser coats but I can’t bring myself to betray Valentino, even after her death. Instead my slippery arms grapple with each other in wet shock as I stumble to the op shop, clinging to one last thread of hope. I know in my deadened heart that I’ll never have another coat like her. Yet here I am, blundering through the elements in my vain search for the acceptance and warmth I found wrapped in Valentino’s woollen sleeves.
Thud. My body slams into the door, making the ‘open’ sign quiver and the bells tinkle in offense. I fight for entry, the door’s assault doubled by the stale funk of
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