You.
Sometimes...
The hardest thing,
And the right thing are the same.
Sometimes...
You can't help,
But to believe you are the blame.
Words of a song,
Just don't seem to cut it.
The dreams you dream away with,
Just don't seem to be enough.
You keep asking "What do I do?"
Hoping someday you'll get the answer.
But..
If life really came with instructions,
Would you follow the steps?
Follow the way that's pre-swept?
You never really believe,
That your perfect the way you are.
So you spend every night,
Trying to wish on the right star.
Almost forgetting the moon,
and the sun that's coming up.
A voice can hurt,
A heart can break,
The past you made,
You can't retake.
So much pressure,
Like your under the world.
So many words,
Like they're all directed at you...
-Victoria Marie.
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Still The Same
PoesiIn 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...
