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She's a wanderer
with a story all her own
but with one soft touch
she suddenly becomes
all I've ever known.
That's all it takes
and she has ahold of my heart
as I fight to hold her
keep her
protect her
so she'll never wish to depart.
(chorus)
A searching spirit
delicate,
but oh so strong.
I want her so bad,
but yet she still parts,
I could never capture
the girl with the butterfly heart.
Try as I may,
oh how it fills me with dread,
I know she can't stay
she's meant to be free,
she has to fly,
or else she'll be dead.
A searching spirit
delicate,
but oh so strong.
I want her so bad,
but yet she still parts,
I could never capture
the girl with the butterfly heart.
with a story all her own
but with one soft touch
she suddenly becomes
all I've ever known.
That's all it takes
and she has ahold of my heart
as I fight to hold her
keep her
protect her
so she'll never wish to depart.
(chorus)
A searching spirit
delicate,
but oh so strong.
I want her so bad,
but yet she still parts,
I could never capture
the girl with the butterfly heart.
Try as I may,
oh how it fills me with dread,
I know she can't stay
she's meant to be free,
she has to fly,
or else she'll be dead.
A searching spirit
delicate,
but oh so strong.
I want her so bad,
but yet she still parts,
I could never capture
the girl with the butterfly heart.
Literature
The Used
I look at all the lonely people,
And what do I see?
I see the loner sitting in the corner.
I see the stoner passed out on the floor.
I see the person contemplating suicide with a gun to his head.
I see the nice guy who was waiting for his friend through the cold harsh night.
Freezing himself to death on the bench cold and tired.
What I see are the people who need to be with somebody.
But aren't because they can't.
People don't want them.
People don't listen to them.
People use them.
I look at all the lonely people.
And I see you and me.
Literature
Three Minutes
I HAVE NO REAL CONCEPT OF HUNGER.
When my stomach starts to growl,
In three minutes I can walk to the freezer,
Select a meal and pop it in the microwave.
I HAVE NO TRUE SENSE OF HORROR.
When I am scared,
In three minutes I can find the remote control
And turn the channel and my fear dissipates.
I HAVE NEVER FELT REAL THIRST.
In three minutes, I can walk to the cupboard,
Select the size of cup I want,
And fill it with water from a sink.
I HAVE NEVER FELT COMPLETELY HELPLESS.
I have a roof over my head and a lock on the door,
And if I am in danger in three minutes I can
Grab my cell phone, dial 911, and have help on the way.
I
Literature
depression
Depression through my eyes
I'm running through the streets again
the streets I know so well
there's a thick and cloudy ceiling
keeping me trapped in eternal hell
I cant seem to break it
I just keep running along
its playing on repeat again
what is that dreadful song?
My body finds this torture
living in pain and hate
knowing I cant escape it
for me its grown too late
I see your happy up there
surrounded by people and love
I often think while I'm running
of ways to escape above
there is no way to smash it
its made of extra strong stuff
stuck hear running alone
I really have had enough
but still I keep on run
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oh look another song
i thought of the phrase butterfly heart and it inspired this
i'm thinking just piano, but maybe electric guitar will accompany it
i thought of the phrase butterfly heart and it inspired this
i'm thinking just piano, but maybe electric guitar will accompany it
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Woooot! Beautifully done! I love it!
Sounds like it totally needs an electric guitar. ^^
Sounds like it totally needs an electric guitar. ^^