Philophobia Or Is It Just LoveI used to have dreams Where I stood alone in a wheat fieldCalming music would drift out in steamsAnd yet no answers would this yieldAnd for some reasonThis simple field with a single treeIn the subtle summer seasonWould be so frightening to meI cannot place whyThough sheltered by wind and shadeI still felt as if I should begin to cryWith out anything I could sayIn some of these Little instances of dream I would callTo a lonely figure cloaked in our uneaseOr maybe it was just my fear to fallBut in the empty placeBeneath my solitary weeping treeThey would never come face to faceAnd I became even more lonely
Contrary to Pianos KeysContrary to Pianos KeysIts strange, the feeling of the colour blueSo soft, the tones that hide deep in your eyesThat wraps around like something I never knewAnd as I sleep, I cannot help but let dreams wander to youLike rivers flowing down from violet skiesMy words tumble and fall to my stumbling feetAnd I know that I am not so brave or wiseAnd, I know that I am not so quick and fleetFor my voice may waver as my hands do shakeBut it does not mean that the stars fade and dieEvery morning before the time I do wakeFor I can still see them within your blue eyes
SOL!!!!!!!!!!!!!
This is so beutiful! >w<
Aww thank you :hugs:
Welcome, hun
I love the cross hatching, it's stunning! And the way it's shaded gives it a lot of depth. It doesn't look like a flat picture at all. >w<
Thanks, it's took me FOREVER to finish, though
Ah yes. I know that feeling. x3
But it was worth it in the end, neh? ^^
I suppose xD Though there are still little things about it that bother me.... Oh well. xD i'm most certainly done with it so it'll just have to stay like that.
^-^ Silly Bizaro, everything he says is backwards.