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Vanessa Ponce Oct 2013
And just like that,
she lost her innocence
She tried calling it back but
It was long gone, an unfortunate fact.

With a hopeless stare,
it dwindled away.

Carrying the essence of a helium filled balloon,
floating with ease as it went further distantly.

It just slipped right through her fingers.
One second late before it lingered.

Her innocence departed,
Without notice, to never again be acquainted,
her being was tainted.
still needs some work
Vanessa Ponce Feb 2013
Silly of Me, to think this was meant to be.
Always telling myself, “I’m Done.”
But, Tomorrow I’ll be right by your side
I’ll tell myself not to cry
Listen to Bob who said, “Every little thing is gonna be alright.”

But Boy, you steady ready to leave
To find yourself a new miss
Too blind to see this

Sinking
        lower into an
                                abyss

How you made me fall to my knees
Screaming out- "Don’t do this please!"
Holding tight onto small pieces of you
But this love ain't true

What I would of done for you
I’d give you the world
But you already seem to have it
So in love with you like a drug habit it get
One more dose and I’ll be out of it

Won’t take another hit
Checking in,
Letting the pain remit.

This ******* bliss
Girl, you’re smarter than this
You know men
Only out for that thang said Lauryn

Tonight I’ll sing glory amen
Rest my head
Leave words unsaid
I was mislead
Will find myself before I’m dead

Don’t
         f
            a
               l
                 l  
                  in love

Shed it aside,
It’s only a place full of lies and unrelenting cries.
First poem shown to anyone.
Vanessa Ponce Oct 2013
A goddess in design,
Ain't no way she wasn't going to shine.

She continued to see the light,
With her face held upright.
Even when the world told her,
the future wasn't that bright.

But she couldn't let them win,
So she responded with a grin,  
I believe from within.

You wouldn't be able to bring me down for a goddess has no bounds.

v.p.
3rd poem of mine

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