Good morning tomorrow
It's me from yesterday
I'm leaving a few notes
That i really need to say
I need you to remind me
That you exist for a reason
The sins and pains of today
Won't stop me from breathing
The failures and mistakes
The problems and heartache
All created by today
And that its all not too late
Remind me that i'm loved
Yesterday it slipped my mind
And that i'm not just ordinary
I'm one of a kind
I was the moon
and she was the sun
So far apart
but somehow in love
She brightened the day
While I lit the night
She was always there
while I'd sometimes hide my light
She never had phases
she always seemed to shine
but the only time I shined as bright
Was when she was on my mind
I may have tried to deny it
But now i know its true
I'd just be a cold dark rock
If I didn't get my light from you
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through dA,
Not a troll was stirring, nor Grinch in his sleigh.
Deviations were hung in digital Galleries with care,
In hopes that +Favourites soon would be there.
The n00bs were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of Daily Deviations danced in their heads.
And Fella in his 'kerchief, and spyed (https://www.deviantart.com/spyed) with his night-light,
Had just settled down to log-off for the night,
When over in the Forums there arose such a clatter,
Fella sprang back online to see what was the matter.
To the browser window he flew like a flash,
Tore open the tabs and refreshed the cache.
When what to his art-loving ey
Chapter 72: The Decision
For the past couple of days, Erela and the gang had been camping out in the woods watching over the little tent in the middle of nowhere for any activity. That gave the chance for the group to make some plans to remind them what to do; it also gave the chance for Erela to come to the conclusion on what she wanted to do right after the mission was over.
Erela had been distant towards Markus. She tried to balance it out so he couldn’t figure it out, but in her heart she already knew that he knew something was wrong. She wouldn’t return his kisses, didn’t squeeze his hand whenever he held it
You've Got to be Tough...Tomorrow Germany x Reader by VampireGodesNyx, literature
Literature
You've Got to be Tough...Tomorrow Germany x Reader
With a concerned frown on his usually stern, serious face, Germany looked down at his curly haired, sleeping three year old daughter Annika and tried not to give in to his worries. You'd just managed to get her to sleep during an obnoxious thunderstorm and now he wanted to bring her into the bed with you. “You really think she'll be alright in here? She was pretty scared earlier, and this storm doesn't sound like it's going to stop any time soon.” His frown deepened. “Maybe we should just let her sleep with us tonight, just in case. She'll probably end up in there anyway.”
Determined not to give in, even thoug
To The Mountain Top Germany X Reader by VampireGodesNyx, literature
Literature
To The Mountain Top Germany X Reader
After quite a bit of convincing and bribing you'd decided to go on a hiking trip with Germany. You weren't exactly the most active person in the world and feared you wouldn't come close to being able to keep up with him. What made matters even worse was that it was going to be just the two of you, so there would be no blaming anything on Italy or Japan. It would be all you. The two of you stood at the bottom of the trail as Germany double and triple checked the supplies, he acted like you were going to be out there for weeks. You really hoped that wasn't the case, you liked Germany and all, but if you were going to spend weeks doing
Moving Day Germany x Reader by VampireGodesNyx, literature
Literature
Moving Day Germany x Reader
A loud, tired sigh erupted from Germany's throat as he placed a heavy cardboard box down on his cluttered dining room table. His normally clean, orderly home was currently in a terrible state of disarray. He'd tried to keep things clean for a while, but after about an hour or so of trying to keep up with the dirt and dust you and Italy kept tracking inside, he gave in. “Finally, that's the last one, unless you're hiding more somewhere.” Using an old, dingy, tattered cloth, he wiped a bead of sweat from his brow then gladly accepted the ice cold drink you offered him. “I didn't know you had so many things to move, yo
He leaves his home
Lover daughter and son
Chasing a fading dream
Chasing his only one
He travels the country
But finds nothing but lies
Watches his dreams crumble
Right before his eyes
He curses the ground
Regretting each of his steps
Questioning what his dream was
Questioning why he left
He walks around in mystery
Why did he leave for this
This wasn't where he belonged
This isn't why he exists
He returned to his home
And with one glance he knew
His dream wasn't to leave
But to come back home to you