snow-angels

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here in your arms by snow-angels, literature

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here in your arms

you asked me for a hug "just a goodbye hug," you said, and i had to refuse because i knew that if i let you wrap your arms around me i wouldn't want you to let go. but later i gave in to my fears, we stood outside in civil twilight underneath a yellow streetlamp and you asked again, a gentleman as always, and i wrapped my arms around your neck like i did a thousand times before. and i closed my eyes and tightened my grip as you kissed my neck and whispered, "i don't want to lose you..." i felt your tears on my shoulder, you felt mine on yours and we didn't let go until i was too afraid that our embrace meant goodbye. i

goodnight. by snow-angels, literature

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goodnight.

and those three words that followed his goodbye repeated so hesitantly from my lips - a mouse in a trap, admitting defeat at the metal bar pressing down on its back that snapped its spine in two. and as my finger hovered over the red button that would sever me from him currently i heard it again: three syllables three words three months we've known each other's kiss. and part of me hated saying it back - that i knew that he was a liar but i didn't know what he lied about or whether i could love him anymore; so i said "goodnight," and hung up the phone.

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fascination.

clearly i've developed a fascination with cigarettes and hand-holding and cheek-kisses, something about thinking about him on starry nights, when i can draw lines connecting his initials to mine because he was a cancer and i was a cancer, and my horoscope told me to keep him close to my heart so he could peel back my skin and my ribs and my lungs to steal my words right from my chest he smelled like Newports and hours-old cologne, but sometimes it was his smoke mingled with a fresh peppermint that drew me to his lips and made me wonder if i could get addicted to the taste of his nicotine he made me want him next to me, to lay my hand on hi

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smoking kills. by snow-angels, literature

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cerebrum.

if it's midnight already and i can't feel you anymore, it's because you're savoring the taste of someone else; or maybe it's because you're just lost in all the shades of blue, the word "farewell" comes in so many colors. if you've climbed too high and still haven't found a signal, it's because my thoughts are lost somewhere in jupiter's storm or maybe it's because i'm asleep on a train heading far, far away from you. i took a metaphor literally once when i cut you out of my life with a pair of rusty black-handled scissors and every picture that i had of us. it never seemed to work, i could never chase you out of my head, and that was when

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About snow-angels

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Artist // Student // Literature

June 24
United States
Deviant for 14 years
She / Her

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pride and prejudice

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bastille; search the city; city & colour; radical face;

Favourite Books

needful things; the dome; the shining; dreamweaver

Favourite Writers

stephen king; rileysaurus;

Tools of the Trade

a well-worn pencil and a notebook

Other Interests

playing guitar; swimming with fishes; listening to music;

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snow-angels

Oct 10, 2013

long time, no see

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hey, deviantart: it's me, sydney. it's been quite a while, probably almost a year since i've been active. even though it's been so long, there has not been a single day since i've last been on that at least a few people haven't viewed my page--and that really makes me smile. sometimes, i think i'm in a poetic mood. it usually doesn't last long, though, so it's doubtful i'll post much here anymore, and for those that watch me for my poetry, i'm truly sorry. it is possible that i will continue to post occasionally, but when you can't find me here, you can always find me here on my tumblr account [well actually right now i have a halloween URL

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snow-angels

Jan 1, 2013

Feature! :devrhynwilliams:

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The winner of my kiriban, the lovely Rhyn-Art (https://www.deviantart.com/rhyn-art), has rightfully earned this feature. He's a fantastic artist, and you all should check him out! :thumb183929285: :thumb328458791: :thumb209154085: :thumb296523957: :thumb345494011: :thumb337280976: :thumb334893291: :thumb311133524: :thumb341403593: :thumb184998678: