A Singing Dove.....
Starry night skies,
The ones to remember.
Angels in the snow,
The ones from December.
Flowers laying on the desk,
From the days you loved me.
Scars speaking my strength,
Everyone used to see.
So many twists and turns,
That the past holds.
Who knows what will be next,
To be played out or told.
Living for today,
And not caring for tomorrow.
Dreams haunting the air,
The ones that haven't been reached,
Wishes spoken at night,
The one's I have preached,
All the pain I've felt,
That was caused by you,
Stories that were read,
The one's I already knew,
So many hills and mountains,
That the past holds.
Never knowing what will be next,
What will be played out or told.
Living for the emotions of today,
Not caring for the feelings of tomorrow.
All I felt before,
Won't matter tomorrow,
Even though I still haven't closed that door,
I felt what I did,
And nothing can change that,
I'll always remember the place I sat....
Tears,
Pain,
Wasted years.
Laughs,
Smiles,
True fears.
Memories,
Pictures,
A shattered love.
Roses,
Cards,
And a singing dove....
-Victoria Marie.
*This made no sense. I know that. I just needed to get out something I have been feeling. Sorry....*
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Still The Same
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