Victoria Hardy Poems

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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