DevotionDevotion
Every time I try to write it seems that all I bring out is abuse, a simple statement of misuse, I don’t know where my pencil has been. All that ever dissapears are things I’m seeing behind every turn, the stinging laugh and a slow burn, no matter what I say, I don’t win. The comfort of a good friend is now traveling on it’s good way to me, my dreams are living in envy....of wondering about the day. His eyes are all I wanna see, his heart is what I’ve chosen to live by, the explanation is just my subtle way of saying ’I’m in for good’. There’s more I need to speak about T
He keeps me saneHe keeps me sane
I’m alone and untouchable tonight and you are all I feel, but my happy thoughts are draining all the time that I’d kept free. I’ve seen the other side and unfamiliarized what’s real, now I’m scared of waking up without your dreams to cover me. I’ve reached to you so often and I’ve stretched out all my doubt; I’m proud to say you’ve helped me trust again in life. And the singing and the safety, now, I dread to live without, but I’ll toss aside what name I’ve earned to call myself your wife. They overlook their easy scores, they outreach their quick fix, and they broke the wings
answer of my lifeanswer of my life
The time I couldn’t get words straight I’m wishing for some thought, but my thinking is out of control now and I don’t know where to stop. My hand already hurts and now the tears are coming, too. I never thought I’d see the day when I was judged by you. I’m sorry that the questions just weren’t on my list of things, but the offices capacity could not hold broken wings. The political me is reaching out but striking through my heart, I try to find the whole you but it makes me fall apart. I think I left some pieces at your house and in your bed, I try to sleep undist
Red Snowso you tip your hat, and walk away. that night was red. dark red. with a little bit of that recurring sparkly purple. that you seem to see so much of. i'd forgive you, eventually.Red Snow
"are you jealous yet?" yea, i am. yea, he is.
so you tip your hat, and carve through the resistance. you slide on over and make room for me, but no room for your own blood. your blood is ice cold, your blood is snow. running through your veins, faster then i could have imagined. i'd lock you up, and visit you.
Swan Songnow (then) now is now then now or wasSwan Song
all storms weather a rock somewhere all flurries that chill my bones make snowmen and igloos for ugly ducklings. Come here child and put your head down here in my lap, let me hold your hair and whisper a secret to your ear: I too used to be an ugly duckling. Your swan song will come and you will have practice in the now and in the then. And some things can't be weathered like the sound of thunder, only distance dampens some dictators. Just remember that now, then,
before the anticipation dur
~~lovely~~
There's times when this dress rehearsal seems...incomplete 
but, you see the colors in me like no one else 
and, behind your dark glasses your, your something 
else......
lovely........"
What you know you can't explain, but you feel it. You've felt it your entire deviant life, that there's something wrong with the story. You don't know what it is, but it's there, like a splinter in your mind, driving you mad.
You take the blue pill, the story ends. Your browser closes and you believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill, you stay in wonderland. And, I show you how deep the rabbit hole goes.
I offer only the truth, nothing more.
Take: The Red Pill
Take: The Blue Pill
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The Angry Deviant
Random Deviant
HI!
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When I touch you, do you feel warm and gooey inside?
Can I ask what specifically you saw in it?
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Repent! There is still time for you to love Evad.
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There are a million stories that are much the same, I'm just glad that this one time it ended in happiness.
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