Victoria Hardy

Is it really beautiful
To be beautiful,
That in a world
So manipulated by nothing but
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It was a chilly spring night
Though the flowers in the front
Yard had bloomed
The frost was not gone
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The beauty of love is not in stability.
But in uncertainty.
When your lips shiver,
and your heart pounds
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Walking among the gloomy morning,
I hear birds resume their singing
Towards the dawn
Taken away by images of nature
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I shouldn't sleep at all I thought
For waking up is the worst.
Waking up without you
Even when you're with me.
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Another november morning
Of the eight it was
deeply breathed,
Started after that dream
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Life was lost in that silence of night.
Once again, there,
We had come to a deadlock
Reminding you
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I wish people never changed,
Best years never came to an end
Dreams remained unpolluted
As well as promises not disrupted.
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A stranger's laugh it was
Loud yet familiar
Caught my attention
And slowed the universe down.
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You were my moonlight again,
To my thoughts
In that darkest hours
Of the late nights...
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Is it not the killing of your beloved one,
the teardrops?
Ones that you can't keep to yourself only,
But to the world as well.
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Since the beginning
You were
The good in the bad
And the danger in safe
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The noise of an ambulence...
Blending with the noise of rain
The lights of streetlamps...
Reflecting on puddles
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I would just wish for one more night.
Listening to you breathing,
Laying beside me
In all your innocence
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That afternoon
I went out
The season was somewhere
Between summer and winter
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If we were to die in this moment…
What would be the last thing we remember?
Would it be our eyes…?
So in love…
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Yet all continued
To the so called life.
All were moving
Blacks, reds, whites
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Do you remember?
I had looked in your eyes
One last time
Waiting for one last look.
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They say that the stars
Make the next day
The best day
On an island
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Either way
The train would leave
The birds would fly
And autumn would arrive
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