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.