The outline into the decent of my trust issues and the hiding of my secrets from any wo ask even if I accidentally brought it up. I was saving them for more important people, people that are now really there for me, but mostly I'm still waiting for the right moment to confess all these things to the one I love the most above all else. Maybe by the time this is all read I've done it.
School starts again
in this late summers eve,
parents are glad they get
a break when their children
leave,
but I escape it all at night
when I lie dreaming and asleep.
Dreaming of lucious pastures
and vast fields of angels and sheep.
two of which I know while I am
awake, I am acquainted with
and can call mine to hold.I let myself fall
and found myself caught,
confuzzled, lying awake and distraught
in the arms of my angel
who took the time to allow me
to become familiar with her serene
grace.
So we fell together,
like heavy stones,
sinking into the abyss
of the sea.
No matter how far I fall
she'll be there to catch me.My fall unlike yours
is not the season
you thought it to be
but i still pick up on the
foot they and I left on
and maybe make simple chatter till dawn.I sway where the wind blows,
never faultering like glaciers
in winter, forever frozen.
I tire and I rest in the
soft of her embrace
and we fall further
and land
on snow white sheeps fleece
dyed white long ago,
she who left from me before the sun
rose,
and my memories of her fell,
as if tying rocks to a secret
brief case and tossing it down, down
until a splash can be heard at
the bottom of the well.And in that briefcase
was the key to my heart,
never to be opened because
I cannot trust this "love"
towards those i know that
people speak of so ignorantly
like it's something simply
said and kindered carefully in silence.
As I think this and still fall,
these friends they rise above it
all and catch me when I'm down.
They shine bright in my darkness
and light the way, the path
from my constant falling.So we'll go now, the real fall
is calling.....
The Laughter
of they and Serenity
along with she whose fleece, first love, dyed white,
have come to stay tonight
and fall through the corruption
with me till the graceful but
bitter end into the depths of my
heart I dare to but cannot share........
Yet.The Fall

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1. Memories, For, When I Am. (Being edited 2024)
PoetryHi we're the Valkyrie System. These are a compilation of events, thoughts, thank yous, and emotions from early life and high school career. Everything is told through poems, unless its letters to someone I used to love. You can believe me, stand wit...