Victorian Lace

Victorian Lace

A Poem by Faith

I was here all along

The dark song of my soul

Written in the diary of an angel

My means for letting go

 

 

You told me to stop crying

That you’d be alright

Turn away. Don’t you stay.

This isn’t your fight

 

 

Victorian lace

Out of place

Hiding in the dark

 

 

Just give me a place

To paint my face

Paint over the scars

 

 

Summer died and winter came

It’s been far too long

My tears are endless

Ever since you’ve been gone

 

 

I hate myself

Feel I am to blame

Draped in black and locked away

I sacrifice to shame

 

 

Victorian lace

Out of place

Hiding in the dark

 

 

Just give me place

To paint my face

Paint over the scars

 

Can I lay on your grave?

Will you allow me to stay?

Or will you make me go away?

 

 

So I keep on believing

Keep on deceiving

Myself that he’s you…

© 2013 Faith


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Very rythmically enchanting, but I think it lacks a more profound dimension, a more special subject than what I can pick up from it. Sounds very musical.

Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Faith

7 Years Ago

Thank you. :) I actually was attempting to compose a song, but it turned into a poem instead.
L'Éphoectique

7 Years Ago

Well, what differences a song from a poem, may I ask? I think nothing does. One can simply sing anyt.. read more
Faith

7 Years Ago

That is very true. I was trying to create lyrics and chorus though, rather than just a bunch of stan.. read more
Though you would lay on my grave, I would not be there.

Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Faith

7 Years Ago

Indeed. :)
Wow, this is amazing, the reader can completely experience emotions while reading this. Awesome job (=

Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Faith

7 Years Ago

Thank you very much. :)
Faria C

7 Years Ago

No problem C=
Faria C

7 Years Ago

No problem C=
This is amazing! Excellent work. I love the imagery of Victorian Lace. (: Beautiful piece. ^_^

Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Faith

7 Years Ago

Thank you so much. :)
Even when winter is coming we hope for spring. We hibernate during those emotional winter's of our discontent. This is extremely forlorn and anyone who has any emotional crisis- along with that feeling of isolation can certainly relate to this.

Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Faith

7 Years Ago

Thank you. :)
This is really emotional. And deep. Very good write.

Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Faith

7 Years Ago

Thank you. :)
Kitten

7 Years Ago

Your welcome.

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Added on January 23, 2013
Last Updated on April 27, 2013
Tags: gothic, depression, death, love, dark poetry, victorian, historical

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