| Deviant Login | Shop |
 | Join deviantART for FREE  |
Take the Tour  |
| Resources & Stock Images / Application Resources / Photoshop Brushes | ©2008-2012 ~spiritcoda |
The-Betrayal She held her head high,The-Betrayal by ~spiritcoda
As the words were thrown against her,
Thy cannot defy, yet she must proceed,
For the walls of her soul remain closed,
Doors that were opened, scarred her,
Now a lifeless soul,
She strides to work,
Thoughts, emotions; why does she do this,
The worst are the eyes, the endless questions,
She wishes she never knew,
Yet they bore at her,
Each a knife that cuts so deep,
Breathing is yet a challenge,
His face appears from behind,
The lips of betrayal yet to linger,
She endures their words, their stares,
Accusative markings shadowed her,
The truth buried so deep yet so transparent in her view,
Another day pa
The Journal Portal
Browse Journals |
Polls |
deviantART [dee·vee·un'nt·ART]
Keep in Touch!
|
Deviousness `TimberClipse's dedication to our community is without question. From developing helpful tutorials, to being a community leader in groups such as #fella and #deviant365, you can always find Zev connecting with all areas of our community in order to spread his infectious enthusiasm and inspiring positivity. We are delighted to bestow the Deviousness Award for May 2012 to `TimberClipse, congratulations! Read More
|
Sta.sh
--
Cause right now you're the only thing that's making any sense to me.
--
*I hear the wind call my name... a sound so strong... calls me home again..*:butterflytwo:
[link]
I will let you know when I have made something.
--
"When a man with a singsong voice tells me to fuck off, it always concerns me, boyo." - John Marston
WORK YA DAMN NAG!
--
thanks to [url=www.deviantart.com/~cutiepop]~cutiepop[/url] for the free avatar!
--
*I hear the wind call my name... a sound so strong... calls me home again..*:butterflytwo:
[link]