Free..
Lost in the shadows that don't like the light,
Trapped in the walls that love watching me fight.
I'm kissing up to the leaders,
And bowing down to stars.
Held by my wrist,
And cursed by a stone.
Watching my back,
And staying on my own.
The flower laying on your doorstep,
Wilted long ago with my love.
The rain stopped pouring,
Haunting like the gray clouds above.
How is it this hard to find out that I'm free?
The flames stopped burning,
And I can see.
After years of dreaming,
Acting like I couldn't leave,
Years of hearing you talk,
I just can't believe.
"I'll always be next to you."
The promise we never kept.
"It'll be okay."
The words that echoed whenever we slept.
I'm free.
It just seems to good to be true.
Your gone.
The waters seem to be blue.
Now where do I go?
I've never known how to be free..
-Victoria Marie
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Still The Same
PoetryIn the world of ink, I have lost myself. And now for the readers of the land, I have sworn my oath to pledge my words to all. I have now found my place, and this is where I'll stay. So even after all I have been through.... I'm Still The Same. *All...
