She Is My World (WIP) by Deus-Suetonius, literature
Literature
She Is My World (WIP)
C/G
When the world needs you
G
where will you be
am
I'll be holding her hand
C dsus D
she means everything to me
C G em D
C G am
I Stand, tall on a mountain
C G em
I stand, on my own two feet
C G C
With you, beside my person
G C dsus D
With you, next to me
C
I hear the wind
em
I'll brave a storm
am
I feel you skin
G dsus D
Just the thought of you, keeps me warm
C/G
When the world needs you
G
where will you be
am
I'll be holding her hand
C dsus D
she means everything to me
C/
Would you be jealous, if I met someone else?
Would you be bothered, to be set on a shelf?
If I moved on to another girl,
would it seem, as if you lost your world?
If you said "yes," tell me so.
Don't pace the subject to and fro.
In the wind I am not easily swayed,
I'm not a pawn, I won't be played.
If you were drowning I'd jump in;
even if I couldn't swim.
I hope that you might do the same.
If I lost my mind, you'd make me sane.
Joy + Loss = Acceptance by Deus-Suetonius, literature
Literature
Joy + Loss = Acceptance
Joy, sweet Joy,
a tender loving thing.
Never disheartened;
flying ever on white wings.
She stands next to Loss,
he's sullen and forever broken.
His heart, cleaved in two.
Someone gone, who knows when?
Together they become pregnant;
together they give birth.
From these two unlikely creatures,
grows a more somber Mirth.
Her name is Acceptance,
and she holds all these Memories,
of the Good and the Bad both;
of Health and Disease.
Acceptance takes the best,
both the most Happy and the most Painful.
She teaches us how to move on,
and becomes, our Guardian Angel.
Monkey See (Earlier Than She Should) by Deus-Suetonius, literature
Literature
Monkey See (Earlier Than She Should)
the flowing river, a sunken head
a fitful night, her messy bed
a startled wake, and wild eyes
this time, a blessing in disguise?
her naked feet, the slick grass
her gasping lungs, she runs fast
her beating heart, and burning eyes
maybe this time, no one dies?
the flowing river, its finally reached
a fitful night, on the beach
a broken girl, and crying eyes
a dead body, of toddler size
Falling Star, Falling Star by Deus-Suetonius, literature
Literature
Falling Star, Falling Star
Falling Star, Falling Star
How I wonder Where you'll fall
Down below the ocean's shore
When you go, so will more
Falling Star, Falling Star
How I wonder Where you'll fall
Arid, Unproductive, Clean by Deus-Suetonius, literature
Literature
Arid, Unproductive, Clean
Soft and fuzzy, like the forest floor
the walls were painted, mossy green
little monkeys painted in little trees
The rug was plush, yet, easy to keep clean
the room felt colder now, when once it brought joy
barren like she was, empty like his hopes
thoughts of the future, someone to watch grow
they'll use that mobile string, as hanging rope
crushed by something, they couldn't control
a love long wanted, gone forever more
aching to feel the tiny hands, and hear the tiny feet
yet, that stark and rigged bird, won't be knocking on their door