The Start
I clamor it all again
***Him***
When we exchange language
When we exchange song
When your pulse is my anthem
And we execute the plan
Where waves take us to shore
A rebellion of times before
Let’s execute the plan
And settle the score
***Her***
Lips syncing
In existential claim
I clamor it all again
I beg for a new end
One for the thread
Two for the bed
One for the road
I vow thee wed
If rivers flow
In forty streams
Won’t time come
And seal the seam
***Him***
Rattled and torn
A scorned woman shorn
Are we sure to meet
Where pain came before
.
A carriage of anchor
A tale of rapport
Are we sure to meet
Where pain came before
***Her***
Let darkness flee
Far from me
I wish not to scream
A pity a plea
A deal with the devil
A patron of art
Whence did it come
Back to the start
About the Creator
Victoria Yadira
To be honest, I write because I have to...when feelings get too big, and they fragment my thoughts, they come out in poetry
~I also sometimes write under divine inspiration~
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