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No one loves me anymore
so I'll just go lock the door
in my room I'll stay and hide
where no one can hear me cry.

I wished for love but none would come
so my lonely song I sung.
Though i never wished them ill
even now I hate them still.

For so long I've yearned to fly
on spread wings I'd go so high
but my wings are worn and torn
and no one can be reborn.

If I smile it's not a lie
for I'm looking to the sky
though I can never reach it
forever I can try.
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Kay.. I wrote this in one of my downs. I always think really... unhappily at those times. Basically... I never really got along with people. People always seemed to bring me down, telling me how I really wasn't good enough. Eventually you start thinking that way too. But it seemed, even with how far down I was, I could still look up and think... that I still had hope to be happy.

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:iconbraenuun:
may i use a piece of this for a deviation?

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Will u love the "u" u hide if I but call your name?
Will u quell the fear inside and never b the same?
Will u use the faith uve found 2 reshape the world around,
thru my sight and touch and sound in u and u in me?
:iconbibigirl:
that is gorgeous. i love the last stanza. wonderful.

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:psychotic: :chainsaw:

... and i wonder why people think i'm scary...
:iconlayre-creator:
It is beautiful. I love it. And please don't let other people bring you down. I may not know you, but there has to be some one who loves you. When there is a glimmer of light, there is hope and strength to be found.

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Once you taste something wonderous, you crave it, you hunger for it. You NEED it. That is why I write, to fill the empty space within me. It is the same for artists, painters, and for anyone who loves what they are doing.
:iconedward-the-beloved:
You may use a piece of it, as long as credit for it goes to me. My biggest fear of sharing anything of this sort is that people will take it and forget who originally wrote it. =3

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"Everyone who got where they are... had to begin from where they were." -Richard L. Evans
:iconedward-the-beloved:
Thank you for the comment. :3 I'm glad you like it. =3

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"Everyone who got where they are... had to begin from where they were." -Richard L. Evans
:iconedward-the-beloved:
I too, love the last stanza. x3 I find it hard to like what I write though. Getting better at it.

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"Everyone who got where they are... had to begin from where they were." -Richard L. Evans
:iconbraenuun:
okay...after seeing how, eh, crazy (?) that my piece is, i have decided not to post it...but i might someday... thanks though

yeah, i'm fickle

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Will u love the "u" u hide if I but call your name?
Will u quell the fear inside and never b the same?
Will u use the faith uve found 2 reshape the world around,
thru my sight and touch and sound in u and u in me?
:iconlayre-creator:
Your welcome! Its a really really really good poem!

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Once you taste something wonderous, you crave it, you hunger for it. You NEED it. That is why I write, to fill the empty space within me. It is the same for artists, painters, and for anyone who loves what they are doing.
:iconbibigirl:
good! although i'm like that too... :D reading back and think 'what was i on?!' but at least you have the guts to put it up :D

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:psychotic: :chainsaw:

... and i wonder why people think i'm scary...

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