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Love it

I feel your hands in my hair. I feel your breath on my neck. I feel your body pressed so close to mine. I feel your lips on my throat. I feel your hands move to my back and your lips work their way up to mine. I feel you and I love it. I hear you say you love me. I hear you whisper my name. I hear you tell me I'm the only one for you. I hear your breath in my ear. I hear your soft snores as I fall asleep. I hear you and I love it. I see you as I run into your arms. I see your face break through my world of darkness. I see you fight away my fears. I see you wipe away my tears. I see you're in love with me. I see you and I love

Writing

11 deviations

Yaoi

44 deviations

Dark Hetalia

31 deviations

Hetalia

73 deviations

Rain

Apr 16, 2013

Sitting there in the rain Where you left me behind It falls all around me Like tear drops splashing the ground How can you say you loved me When you left me here The rain still falls I'm starting to drown Trying to stand I fall The ground is slippery My knees are bloody Concrete breaks my skin Drowning in the rain In my sorrow You damaged me When you abandoned me Did you ever love me Do you even care Did you ever hear me Do you even love Sitting there in the rain Where you left me behind It falls all around me Like tear drops splashing the ground

Naruto

14 deviations

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My Sweetheart

1 deviation

Love

1 deviation

Literature

Black Butler Seven Minutes In Heaven Agni

“Oh mercy, you look absolutely adorable. You just have to go next my dear.” Grell rushed to you, grabbing you with both hands and dragging you to the center of the room. “Here you are darling.” He held out his red handbag for you. “Choose away.” “Yes, finally.” You quickly placed your hand in the purse and dug around. A small, round object with a hole in the center got your attention. “This feels like a keeper.” You lifted the object out of the purse. It was a large wooden bead that had been painted a dull gray. Before you could ask, Agni stood from next to Prince Soma. &

Black Butler

17 deviations

Literature

DMC Seven Minutes in Heaven Dante

“So, for the next player, I pick you, since you seem really uninterested in playing.” Nero walked up to you, gave you a little bow and took your hand. “Follow me please miss.” He took you to the center of the room where all the different items were spread across a large table. “You see anything you like?” You looked over the items placed on the table. None of them were necessary appealing to you, but you recognized one of the items very well. A slice of cold peperoni pizza. “How, old is that pizza? Is it still edible?” “Of course it's edible, pizza's always edible.” Dante

Devil May Cry

2 deviations

Music

4 deviations

I Love This

36 deviations

Love it by fallenpoeticlover, literature

Literature

Love it

Well... by MikkiMarie, literature

Literature

Well...

Well, you're not anorexic. So you must be fat. A fat, ugly person. Well, you fit in with the crowd. You must be a fake. A fake wannabe. Well, you're happy. What are you hiding? You've got to be hiding something. Well, you're sad. You must be emo. An emo attention seeker. Well, you're popular. So you must be a jerk. Why would anyone like you in the first place? Well, you're quiet. You must be a nobody. Nobody at all. Well, you're you. What else could go wrong?

Inferno by LightOverpowers58, literature

Literature

Inferno

Caressing flames char my flesh, climbing their way past the split ends of my hair; incinerating them, small embers reaching for my scalp- spindly scorching fingers dashing through dark strands. Others may allow screams to fall from their mouths or pleas to escape from dry, chapped lips; perhaps letting sodden tears crawl from their ducts, yet, not I. Righteous flames lick the soles of my feet- lies fly from my lips while my ears collect half-truths both in agreement with my mind; a denial of Him blood falls from my hands in scarlet rivulets my thoughts rumble within the bowels of lust hatred spun with threads of humanity, lies b

In My Room by Emerald-Alexandria, literature

Literature

In My Room

I'm sitting silent; in my room, Basking in my constant gloom, You point and laugh at my cracked back, At what you have and what I lack. How easy it'd be to take your life, to slit your porcelain throat with my knife. To light you on fire, my idol queen, After showering you with gasoline. To think that when things go dull, I think of peeling that face of your skull, And every time you call me a whore, I resist the urge to spill your guts on the floor. So laugh and point; doesn't bother me! For even I am laughing at how you don't see How lucky you are that I hide in my gloom, That i'm just sitting here, silent; in my room. For w