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I'm waitingMake up your mind
I've been waiting for a long time
For you to decide whether we're "mates" or "more"
And I can't wait forever
Because I have other things to do
And although it would hurt me
I don't mind if you'd rather I was your friend
Instead of your Girlfriend
The only thing I mind
Is this insufferable waiting period
Feeling like I have to wait until you get round to me
I'm ready if you are
But you need to work out if you really are.
Fairytale gone wrongOnce upon a time there was no-one
Then along came him
He broke my heart
He tore me apart
I was sad for a while
But I got over it
One day there were two people
One of them changed his mind
The other stuck around
Then trod my heart into the ground
It hurt for a while
Then I got over it
Now there's only one, I think
And he might not stay true
But even if he ran quick
He'd still be my first pick
Happily Ever After?
Maybe I won't have to get over it.
I don't want to talkI don't want to talk
If there's nothing left to say
If you choose her I'd rather know now
Than throw all my love away
I was always waiting for you
To work out where you were
And now I guess I've found out
You've always been with her
Maybe you can't make your mind up
Maybe you just want to play
Maybe this time I'll move on
Can't take this one more day
PerfectI would've done so much
I would've given everything up
I wouldn't have hesitated
I would've been there like a shot
If you'd wanted me
You acted so sweet
You wanted so little
You didn't need anything from me
You were so right
You were so close to perfection
I think it's finished
In fact I'm pretty sure
I thought it was wide open
But now you've shut the door
One of these days'One of these days'
'I'm going to stand up and be counted'
And then she sits back down again
All alone, beside her friends
'You're my one in six billion'
She tells him in her head
'And I love you'
And then she pushes it to the back of her mind
And contents herself with smiling at him
'I'm going to change'
She promises herself
'I'm going to be who I want to be'
And then she blurs into the crowd
And gets on with her life
'One of these days'
'One of these days.'
IowaIf you visit Iowa,
you'll call her fields empty,
but she wasn't born that way.
A part of her was carved out
when she was ripped between Virginia
and the purple mountains of New Mexico.
Her gold hair, she tore it out when she realized
it didn't make her a princess.
She laid her locks strung along every road
leading somewhere else.
White hairs on her cheeks
are scars from winter.
Her hair darkens with the dampness
of summer rains.
The storms are never silent,
but neither is life when there's a tear
in your childhood where
a parent ought to be.
I've been flooded by Iowa's sorrow.
The only way I can distract her from her own voided landscape
is if I hate myself harder than she cries.
She just wants to fly
and I want to bus or train,
not because I fear death, but because
I want to take living slow.
It's the only way I ever feel.
From the air it's hard to watch Earth's hips move.
But Earth can't compare to the country.
That's my girl.
Full grown even when harvesting season's j
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