Biography of Victoria Ritchie
Well i started writing a few years ago, but never really showed anyone, then one day someone saw my poems, and wanted to read more and then other people wanted to read them. In the end, i decided to put them on here for the anyone to see. I write how i feel, and all of my poems have a meaning, i may not tell you the meaning, but it has one. There are many poems on here that were written a long time ago, and ive only just put them on here. My poems are a reflection of me, so if you dont like them, dont read them! Joke. Anyways, hope you like them.x
Victoria Ritchie Poems
My sweet beautiful angel. Sent to me from above. I am so grateful to have found you, and I give you all my love.
Tick Tock...Tick Tock...Tick Tock
Watching the clock… Tick tick tick… I pass this life by… Watching the clock…
Love is powerful Love is divine Love is the most powerful thing there is and love brings us closer to people
Her hair was tied up in a pony tail, Her favourite dress tied with a bow, Today was daddies day at school, And she couldn't wait to go.
A Little Girl
A little girl needs her daddy, For many many things, Like holding her high off the ground, Where the sunlight sings,
Just Cant Move On
I lay awake baby, Dreaming of you, What happened to us? I thought we'd forever be true.
You know you want me, I know you do, Its written in your eyes, Everyone knows it's true,
She knows about us, Why didn't we hide, All the secret kisses, We tried to deny.
The Girl *
The one special girl, I've been longing to kiss, Is the one I can't have, she doesn't feel this, That I stare at her knowing, she'll never be mine, Other friends saying, all in good time,
Did they notice, the shadowed light Around his aura, he tried to hide Taunting the spirits, within his mind Teasing the life, it left behind
What if someone told you? That you’re going to die That your time is close And you can’t change that
My World Is Repetitive
I sit here and wonder… As my world fades to grey… Why did this have to happen this way… Thinking to myself…
Silence is all that’s around, Can’t even hear heartbeats making a sound, Breaths are held, and cries have stopped, Wanting, waiting for that winning shot,
I Wanna Have A Bath
I want to have a bath… And stay underwater where no-one can touch me While the reflections surround my body… I hope to see a resolution
A Little Girl
A little girl needs her daddy,
For many many things,
Like holding her high off the ground,
Where the sunlight sings,
Like being the deep music,
That tells her all is right,
When she awakens frantic with,
The terrors of the night,
Like being the great moutain,