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Fiona please read This July: Friday the 13th: 2007
Fiona, My time with you sliped away so fast.
Five days just wasn't Fair.
It's kind of weird how Friday the thirteenth 2007,
was the wost day of my life.
Fate seems to have a way with knowing exactly how to punish you when you've done nothing wrong, dosn't it.
Friday the thirteenth 2007....
was the worst day of my life.
we Had to leave each other.
and you disappeared
I would sell my soul and more to be with you. because.....
Theres something i ddint get a chance to tell you that day.
And I'm sure you already knew what it was....
I love you Fiona
You are the most amazing girl I have ever met
and i realy dont want to lose you
I know you whent through some tough things, please stay safe...
Because i miss you so much
The Sound Of A Broken HeartI walk in and lie on my bed in a cold room
thinking only of you...
as I'm lost in a gaze, falsh backs and memories,
and i can only hear the beating of my broken heart.
from the day you left my life,
I've lost the abillity to love...
a thought a dream,.. a nightmare..
a tear. a memory....
just lieing on my bed
thinking only of you
and all I can hear is the beating of a broken heart
a dangerous hallucinationThe light coming through the window was bright,
much too bright.
Even though my eyes were closed
I could see it-
The skin of my arms prickled,
sweat dripped from my brow.
It was two in the afternoon but…
the sun was setting
through the window facing east.
I should have seen the hutch,
shelves lined with bone china
decorated with delicate leaves and vines.
I was so thirsty
and reaching for cups that should have been there.
Instead I found a billboard of butterflies,
the colors raging
more than any rainbow
I'd ever seen.
Their wings fluttered and flashed
yet somehow they moved in slow motion.
I wanted to stand,
wanted to reach out and touch them but…
I couldn't move,
and yet I laughed
ignoring my dry mouth
and the tingling in my feet.
There was a tempest
on the rise
and in my blood.
A sugar rush disguised
as a riot of butterflies
and they were swarming me.
There was a small vial
of insulin in my pocket
that I nev
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