My Story
Victorian La Belle
I open my mouth and silence emerges,
I open my heart and hope flutters like a breeze.
My story has not been finished; I am a blank
Page amidst a thesis.
Once I am gone who shall miss my existence?
What immortal eye or soul can behold to my
Life,
My experiences,
And my love.
My life is a story,
A lost forgotten piece of history,
My history.
Those who liger in this world awhile longer that
I,
What shall they remember?
What might thy eyes behold: a raging river,
Or my burial.
Promise me my darling that I will be
Remembered by you,
Kept in the bottom of you life,
A scar that has memories you cannot forget
And never wish to.
My story has not been finished and it never
Shall be, I am and shall always be:
A blank page amongst a thesis.