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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Either way
The train would leave
The birds would fly
And autumn would arrive
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I had woken up
In the dawn
I knew
I was only
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Screaming silently
I escaped the old man's eyes.
He followed me
Whereever I went.
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They say when a man
Is tired of London,
He is tired of life…
Am I tired of life?
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I wonder
How many secrets
The sea holds...
I wonder
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The foggy night arrives
It grows and grows
I, in my room, wonder
What it is like behing tonight's curtains.
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I walk, I run
I stop, I wait
I hope,
It is around the corner.
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If I were to sleep now,
Would you hear my heartbeat?
To sleep, to be dead now
But would you hear me?
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The melancholy of autumn
Takes me back to you
Sometimes it stays
Sometimes it flies away
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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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