I’m a simple girl impressed by the small things in life.
Given a choice I would wander a pathway through the
woods or across a meadow.
I’ve traveled the autobahn in fast cars, it’s not for me.
You can keep your diamonds and exquisite bouquets.
Win my heart by bringing me a discounted rosebush
and asking me to save it.
Ball gowns and limousines don’t impress me.
Fancy restaurant’s with French menus don’t mean a thing.
Take me for a ride on your tractor and feed me
corn you prepared on the grill, you’ll own my heart.
I don’t care for concerts or Broadway. Not impressed with fame.
Strum your guitar and sing off key, as we sit on the porch,
you’ll have my rapt attention.
When you’re alone with me I know that’s where you want
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I crawl on my knees for you,
I beg you and I plead.
I fillet my heart for you
and lay it at your feet.
You are a mountain
that I cannot move.
Do you have a heart of stone
or has it been removed?
How do you bury your emotion?
I can’t understand that notion.
How can love be this way?
Please teach me to walk away.
Love is like a pair of boots,
you break them in and wear them often.
When you tire of them you throw them out
or store them in the closet.
For a time you wore them both on
any given day.
When one pair began to pinch
you tossed them in the corner
and then you walked away.
It matters not how you use them.
or how their souls fare.
You’ve always got that other pair,
that you are free to wear.
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Tears stream over bloodshot orbs
Concealed behind shaded lids
Painful heart pounding in a chest
That can bear no more weight
Artificial smile sculpted to a face
Of alabaster, carved to conceal
Designed to blend into crowds of
Imposters, pretending pretty lives
A lifetime of hiding, blending, fitting in
Painting on smiles before venturing out
Memorizing full pages of good will,
Pleasantries to spew without thought
Your inability or unwillingness
To adapt to life’s opportunities
I cannot reach you
I walk away alone
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Your fingerprints upon our lives
Your footprints across our hearts
Your voice whispering in our minds
Tears stream down our faces
You touched our souls
You left your mark
Tattooed across our being
I will not miss you at all
You are forever in my heart
I see you in the clouds
Hear you in the wind
Your laugh rumbles in the sky
Others think it thunder
I know that it is you
No, I for one will not miss you
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Make every moment a memory
And every second a dance
2016 @ Victoria Ramsey
Your words follow me throughout the day
Whispering in my ears
Nibbling at the edges of my mind
When I attempt to block them
Their screams echo in my head
I’m listening I whisper, uttering small sounds
They feel like responses to your pleas
I know they’re not real, could fool no one
I admit I hope you’re soothed and comforted
By the small gestures, although I know they’re empty
I have no answers, only more questions to confound you
Blind leading the blind, hands behind our backs
Bumping into obstacles and stumbling down dead ends
Repeating words muttered over and over again
Cursing our luck, forgetting to be thankful for the small things
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I will wrap you up in spider webs, make my own cocoon
When death comes to collect you he will find an empty room
I do not want to see you go, please stay here with me
Until they find a cure, then I’ll set you free
Victoria Ramsey @2016
We wrote our story upon the pages of our lives
Stories entwined in detailed journals of youth
Busy scribblings of young adulthood, ramblings
of coming of age, settling down and making our marks
Long chapters eventually evolved to few pages
Revelations of living day to day, careers, child rearing, tireless
love strengthened by dedication and lifelong habits
Repetitious scrawls across thin blue lines filling journals
Age and time erase all good intentions
Lifetime habits wane and diminish the ink jottings
Short sentences replace the pages of shared memories and longings
Calendar dates notating day’s events; birthdays, funerals, appointments
Every hour of every long day spent together
Thankful for the company, gentle conversations
Helpful hands that assist in activities once so simple
A love so deep, sometimes buried behind the fog of today