Astray.
I came to a crossroads,
Long, long ago.
The right bathed in light,
And lined with roses,
While the left in the dark of night.
My mind's instinct,
Was to follow the pure,
But something in my heart,
Told me the shadows were the cure.
I went left.
But now,
I'm far from just astray.
I'm no where near miles from home,
And no where near the old way.
-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...
