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I've become one of those other guys.
The guys from your past.
Who you hate.
Left behind.
Second Best.
I did everything I could for you.
I changed for you my best.
I tried my hardest.
I was there when no one else would be.
Yet I'm still Second Best.
Why, if we aren't meant to be,
Did you swear that we were?
Don't call it foolish love...
It was smart. It made sense
We made sense.
And why, if we aren't met to be,
Does my heart feel like it's exploding,
Every time I see you with him?
Or see you smile without me?
Because I'm second best.
You couldn't forgive me for my faults,
Perhaps because they mirrored your own.
I would have done,
Still will do,
Anything you ask of me.
If only for,
Even if,
One last time...
One last minute...
One last Rhyme.
I would do,
Anything to be with you.
And be Second Best
Once again,
Second only to you.
The guys from your past.
Who you hate.
Left behind.
Second Best.
I did everything I could for you.
I changed for you my best.
I tried my hardest.
I was there when no one else would be.
Yet I'm still Second Best.
Why, if we aren't meant to be,
Did you swear that we were?
Don't call it foolish love...
It was smart. It made sense
We made sense.
And why, if we aren't met to be,
Does my heart feel like it's exploding,
Every time I see you with him?
Or see you smile without me?
Because I'm second best.
You couldn't forgive me for my faults,
Perhaps because they mirrored your own.
I would have done,
Still will do,
Anything you ask of me.
If only for,
Even if,
One last time...
One last minute...
One last Rhyme.
I would do,
Anything to be with you.
And be Second Best
Once again,
Second only to you.
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Such a small little girl, with the biggest heart I've ever known. She doesn't quite understand everything that's going on. It takes all the strength I have not to let her see me cry, so I'm glad for the cover of night. She's in the back seat as we drive, her face towards the waxing moon.
"Mommy..."
She waits for me to say, "What, baby?"
And then again she waits for a moment before asking, "Is daddy coming too?"
The crushing weight of the answer takes the breath out of my lungs.
"No, baby. Daddy and mommy can't live together anymore."
It's history repeating. Only she's younger. And my own mother had left me in silence. For a second, I fe
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Trapped
How difficult it is to stay sane.
Every mistake, another regret.
Always reliving this pain.
No matter what I do, my brain
will never let me forget.
How difficult it is to stay sane.
Countless nights I have lain
contemplating ifs long after the game has set.
Always reliving this pain.
It all holds me back. Each another chain
controlling my actions like a marionette.
How difficult it is to stay sane.
No matter how hard I try, I remain
trapped in this negative mindset.
Always reliving this pain.
When all my efforts go down the drain,
and you can't help but wish for a reset,
how difficult it is to stay sane.
Always reliving this
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Untitled
I guess we're all alone in our minds
Alone in our hearts, in our
Hidden sufferings and cesspool of
Pain and confusion and longing
I wish I know what I'm doing this for
What im inflicting these on us for
it hurts to know that you won't know me
and i won't be there for you anymore
I'm sorry
and I don't think my sorry is enough
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