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Belle Victoria Mar 2015
the look in his eyes told a different story
it was a sad story about his love for a girl
and how he wanted to give up everything for her

his hands weren't made to hold me
my heart didn't beat to love him
we always thought that we belonged
but the blood in our veins was from other planets

he was mars and she was venus
we weren't made to live happily ever after

but everytime they kissed the colors in the world
came back to life, it wasn't only black and white
and everytime they touched it was another kind of madness

it was a cold dark night
the full moon was shining bright, the stars were out
and everything in the world looked a little more magical
eyecontact and not speaking became our secret
the way your golden eyes looked into mine
you always looked right into my soul

if it's meant to be it will be her grandma used to say
and so they both died alone.
a love no one could understand, not even me.
  Mar 2015 Belle Victoria
rosie
you
an old melody
left hanging
long after the silent noise
swallows the air whole.
the warmth
of pomegranate tea
trickling downward
in an empty stomach.
the wrinkles on cold knuckles,
fresh linen sheets,
honey down my throat.
battle scars;
burgundy lightning striking it's way
up boney knees
from tumbling so **** hard
over the cracked sidewalk.
rain on Sunday.
flakes of frost
emerging from the clouds
finding their way to our scalps;
standing outside, pushed against
fuzzy fabrics
that rest over your chest
saying, 'oh, please
I'm in love
I'm in love.'

Copyright ©  2015 Alyssa Packard
All Rights Reserved
if I had to put the feeling of falling for him into words
Belle Victoria Mar 2015
at a very young age I made a deal with lucifer
I was a little kid and the darkness surrounded me
demons telling me stories, the devil was close

my friends were scared and so was my family
I always told them it was okay
not to be like the other childeren

talking with things they couldn't see
seeing things they didn't want to hear

and after a while even my therapist called me special
I hate it when people use words like that
when they actually mean something else

I havent slept very fell since you left,
Delorian come back.
my demon wants to play with yours.
Belle Victoria Mar 2015
there was a point in my life
my whole world revolved around you
I could only think of you and I needed you close
every single thing made me think of the memories
we have made together, the smiles and tears we shared.

after a while things had changed
you had changed, or maybe it was me
the people always needed me more than they needed you
it was my way of life to live in my own world and be myself
you were always jealous of it and I never understood why

I became a child of the dark and you choose the light
from that day you looked at me different
no more spark in your eyes, it was disgust.

autumn came
the leaves let go of the tree
they left the save place they called home
and so did you
im just trying to be me okay.
  Mar 2015 Belle Victoria
Nicole Joanne
if fate is written in the stars
they have two weeks to conjure up a plan
that erases state lines and keeps us together.

(NJ2015) All Rights Reserved.
Belle Victoria Mar 2015
alone in her room is were she could speak with her demons
alone in her room were no single soul could find her

she always lived in her own little world
away from all the sorrow and the tiny little mistakes
dreaming about a love bigger than the universe
something that would shine brighter than the stars
someone she could call her own

trouble was her second name
it never stopped following me
my daddy called me special but I was just miserable
and everytime he closed his eyes pretending he didn't saw

yes this girl lived in her own little world
with all her scars, bruises and her ***** sweet mind
a way to escape is what she always wanted
because deep down inside I knew this demons

weren't good for me.
and most of the time no one understands.
Belle Victoria Mar 2015
I used to call them brave, the people who would misbehave
but it was destiny one day I would become like these kids
broken and alone, not feeling loved or happy

the bond between those youngsters was unbreakable
blood is thicker than water is what the old people say
but it in their case the water had won

some people call them tiger stripes
others choose words like battle wounds
you always called it beautiful
but for me it was a curse

something I could never stop
demons whispering in my ear

the devil loves pretending
he always seems to care

and for me that was enough.
I wish one day I could doing what I am doing.
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