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GoldenGolden is this sun of mine
Bright and pure and old as time.
A blinding passion, a flooding rapture
with outstretched wings my heart you capture.
A sweet melody, a burning heat
a love that sweeps me off my feet
Your fire burns inside of me
It burns all walls, it sets me free
But there is pain, the deepest kind
a burden on my heart and mind.
It steals my breath, it rips my soul
Like sudden death it takes its toll
It dims your light and floods my heart
I'm drowning in this world apart
The cold and darkness eats away
I fall to my knees and begin to pray
The world falls away and I feel your power
A beacon in my darkest hour
I hear you calling and I run for you
Your light grows brighter and you pull me through
I know I can survive the pain
I know my love was not in vain
As hope and love my heart you embolden
I'll dream again because you are golden.
Missing YouI don’t know where I am.
I feel like all is lost.
What’s the point in living,
If this will be the cost?
How could I have lost again?
How could you have gone?
What was the point in knowing you,
If pain is all I’ve won?
Grief is in my heart again.
It’s in my soul and mind.
It touches all my memories,
It’s all that I can find.
But if you were here and saw my pain,
You’d hold my hand and smile.
You’d tell me it would be okay,
It might just take a while.
I remember how you made me laugh.
And how we’d laugh together.
I remember all the stories we made,
Are you really gone forever?
How can a memory make me laugh,
If it also makes me cry?
How can the thought of you make me happy,
When we have said goodbye?
If I had never known you,
I wouldn’t be so sad.
But maybe that’s the point in life,
To cherish what we had.
So now may be the time for grieving,
But my memories are true.