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crash gazing.

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i was once naive.

once
at a point,
where i
believed
in fate.

i believed
in everything
my friends
would say.

i believed,
in you.

isnt it true,
that
eyelids
hold images?

that the little
tiny
tips
of each
strand
of hair,

hold the smell of you.

holds the touch
of your fingers
from that night?

isnt it true,
that it is impossible
for one heart
to forget one
incredible feeling?

to forget
a thousand nights
of warmth,
a thousand mornings
of softness
and contentment?

isnt it impossible,
to fall out
of love?

i always thought that
to be true.

but then again,
i also still ask myself

if planes

can crash

into stars.
"when we were sitting under the pretties.
star pretties
you understand?"
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flappability's avatar
Fine.... you got me again. Ahhh.. I really really need to read more of this. I really really need to read more of this!

I've never exactly been in love, but that I thought that was love at one point. I suppose everybody thought love was "this" at one chunky, youthful moment of their lives. I guess that's part of growing up.

I love the feeling you get when you're capable of relating to poems. The icecreamy feeling that there is someone out there thinking of the exact same things that you are thinking of right now, but just squirting it out in an artistic way. That feeling.

May your ink never stop gushing.
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