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Crimson Tides Hide UnderneathCurl your fingers around this picture,
One of glinted glass and fringed future.
An alarmed girl on the edge of her seat,
Who knew she could continue such a feat?
Interrupted beats sound from her chest,
Dotted eyes and only her best.
'Cover the shouting, it'll be OK me,
Just remember never to fight or flee.'
Lift your eyes and see the boy standing,
One of vivid eyes and silent demanding.
Oh, how they made her hear turn,
A ceaseless beating of her heart to burn.
Would it be true, this new boy to hue?
She would open her eyes, or time to que.
Hide her nerve in a dark box of metal,
An image of small child plucking each petal.
Angels will sing for the girl in red,
Mourning the happiness laid upon her bed.
Now open the door for it will rain,
Erasing the pain of her only stain.
I don't know what it is about the dark,
Perverted demons and dreams stark.
A prince she never wanted,
Nor the knight coveted.
Instead take the hand of one who can heal,
His bending tools covered in teal.
Somethingnow the girl lays in her bed
the music bleeding from her hand
rapid beating of the heart
the story ends with a start
never knowing true affection
her story ends with sad affliction
a cat creeps up on silent ways
knowing how to pass its days
come with her to roam the street
swirling fates you can meet
inside her hand it sleeps there
but can you find where?
the clown wears her makeup...No body knows the constant pain of my heart
and when the time come again it'll all be a lie
fate brought us together and now it seems
it has made us wait and save the best for last.
I can see myself with you now in the future,
you promised me that dress and that veil.
Will I end up with an empty finger?
And a heavy heart?
You'll never know how much you have me,
for it's my heart i'll lock up and away for you.
Did I teach you anything?
Did I show you anything new?
Any kind of compassion, or new love that you never knew?
I still don't understand how you stole my heart...
but in the end it will never matter.
I can never be there for you
and give you what you need.
So please, for everything you have given to me,
and everything that you have done for me...
my savior, my musician, my inspiration, my new outlook...
please, be happy for me.
blood on my princeyou can hear them talk of that and this
little girls with a fairy tale frog kiss
makeup'd faces, it's what they wanted
the silly girl who was always taunted
the secrets that die oh could they be true
even with eyes so tragically blue
take away my romeo, tie him down
shred away sir knight, let him drown
as for the prince, break his legs
and the lover boy, forever he begs
can you hear him screaming, in the far?
my perfect boy, weaving his scar.
underneath the dirt bury a feeble fear
make him bleed so he can hear
that I never wanted the frog-y prince
murdered away all those thoughts since...
give me a boy who likes it rough
bruises on his arms and to his jeans tough
have him like the blood and the thrill
down my spine I crave that chill
he knows of things for the better
inside my body he hides the letter
so to the prince I bid thee this,
take my heart and I'll break your kiss.
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