I open my weary eyes
And see your shining smile
All my pain and troubles
are all washed away
Your half closed eyes
warms me up inside
and my body screams to me
"this is love! this is love!"
When I hold your hand
I feel like we glow
like two stars in the sunset
like your eyes in my darkness
your skin; so pure to feel
puts my tattered body to shame
and everytime you touch me
I shiver with your love.
And when you are near
I feel like my heart
does only beat for you
I feel like my soul
does only belong to you
And sometimes when I see
Even a shred of sadness in you
I bear the heaviest burden
As my body twists inside
And wh
And I sit still in my room
With none beside me
But my sadness and woe
-o-
Theres a place in me which
Used to keep me going
Its devoid of all now, my spirit
Fled from those thoughtless words
Somehow.. It came to be, something
Neither of us asked for
Shackled by memories, I know
You did what you had to
Nothing left to give or take
The path to walk on will
Become clearer every moment
And I know, mine leads not nigh
So wear a smile on your face
And make the worst become best
So open your weary eyes, and
See through the past
For the future you lived for
is yours for the taking.
-o-
And I sat still in my room with
The dynamic between core staff, volunteer staff, and the community can at times be pure quality dArama.
It's worth noting that for years I've worked pretty hard to remain neutral on community politics. Today, I'm going to shatter that concept.
Needless to say, I am extremely politically aware of the inner workings of the deviantART community. I read *a lot* of journals, comments, forums, chat rooms. I have fake accounts. I spy.
But I don't spend my time talking politics, instead I focus internally at deviantART designing technologies and implementing understandings with core staff to address the issues I see pop up.
It's time to take a mo