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Victoria Aug 2014
They say that time heals all wounds
I can't complain, so far so good

I'm happy again with just being me
the troubles of my past have begun to cease

I appreciate all that I have around me
The wind, Sun, moon ,stars and my family

I have learned so much this year about love and life
Im ready to move beyond old strife

Living and loving and holding on tight
For life and love I won't give up this fight

I was meant to be cherished
And cherished I will be
But now I know that it starts with **ME
Victoria Jun 2014
I'm putting you far ,far out of my head
The memory of us is better off dead

Nothing but pain and suffering from you
I want this time to start anew

Time to heal, time to deal
My feelings and self  I won't conceal

I am here now, self as loud as thunder
I won't allow you to keep me under

The times we had were never quite good
Since you are nothing more than a ghetto street hood

I wont regret our time together
That's like being mad at bad weather

For it's nature's way of clearing out
That which is evil and had begun to surmount

For you were only a reflection of what was bad in me
And its time , albeit to set me free

For you I feel sorry that you haven't yet  learned
The apple doesnt fall far
And for that you'll be burned

A life full of strife
And without true happiness
Because within you  there are lies and much bitter sadness
My comment about the weather is not meaning that natural disasters cleanse the world of evil....but rather just that a natural disaster..which 'he is'.
**work in progress**
Victoria May 2014
wind blown and sun kissed
Victoria May 2014
Stop calling me exotic
Unique and hard to tell
I'm more than almond eyes , complexion caramel

My make up isnt determined by the measurement of my thighs

It's not the clothes I wear or my victorias' cup size

I'm much more than this concept that you have for me
I am more than what meets the eye
That's why makeup's not for thee

You think you know me well
But YOU have no idea
What makes me tick and motivate
You don't have time to hear

I dont twerk or get low to attract a crowd to me
Id much rather read a book, in two places I shall be

If You really think  you know me
What makes me  motivate
Then you should know that *****,  boo,  ***** and hunny are what make me irritate

You've no consideration for the things I love inside
The things that I love the most, I often have to hide

I love goosebumps and dandelions and living by the sea
I love dub step and movies  and my family
I love teaching,  and writing and all the things you hate
I love sailing and fishing and baking cookies late
So

Stop calling me exotic
Unique and hard to tell
I'm so much more than almond eyes , complexion caramel
Victoria May 2014
Not everyone has to go through these struggles
Accusations,  lies and broken glass rumbles

Tempers that flare
Parts eveywhere
Yelling and banging
The neighbors must stare

They wonder how a girl like me could fall for this trick
The promises have all made me quite sick

Name calling,  ranting,  interrogations and such
Have left me to feel like O' quite the 'duck'

But it's my history that has left me scarred and flawed
One which has come back and opened a door

A door for a future that is peaceful and sweet
One which I have yet to meet

But I'm on the brink, with the knocker in my hand
Just about ready to take my final stand

Look my history dead in the eye
I'm finally ready to get over this high

"I'm all grown up now can't you see"
Then close the door
"Stop ******* with me"

It's time to stop repeating the  mistakes of others
For the love of god I don't want to be my mother
Victoria May 2014
It doesnt matter why you said it
It doesn't matter don't you get it?

The pain it caused is what matters to me
The hurt within is what you fail to see

The words cut deep like that of a  sword
Regardless of the fact that it was spoken word

Your mission was pain
And now that complete

Its time that I stand on my own two feet
Victoria Apr 2014
As the pain begins to fade
The words begin to stray

Was this a temporary fix?
to quell what has left me betwixt

The ache and anguish of a 'love' lost
Enabled me linguistically at a high cost

A price which I shall never again pay
I have learned to hold my heart at bay

I shall learn the lines of happier times
And leave the pain to it's demise

For I am the owner of my words
Not a sheep that follows amongst the herds
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