Words hurt when written
from the chore of the heart
Where pain resides
Hidden in the folds of memory
They sometimes fester and die
The shocking secret of a child
I had to dig deep
I had to convince my soul
It was okay
That secrets could be revealed
Once buried deep and safe
Away from prying eyes for years
Behind the veil of hidden tears
I used to smile
Mask in place
hiding from my devastating past
My child mind convinced it was my fault
Never wanting them to know
My innocent life shattered
Shards of mirror reflecting
the emptiness inside my soul
Never trusting
A fugitive in life
I roamed Lost in confusion
Running away from ugly truths
The voice inside whispering
A trembling soul
Wasted years and growing old
But now I know
I remember his evil mind
The cold blue eyes
The monster of my dreams
The wasted years
And I know it was not my fault
Inside Viva’s dream
“Victoria come find me te know were I am!” detto sweet soft voice that sounded filmier.
“Who are te and who’s Victoria?” detto Viva looking all around looking for the voice.
“Remember Victoria te know who I’m am te could never forget me!” detto the voice.
“Remember what there’s nothing to remember but- pain?” detto Viva starting to break down into tear’s.
“Don’t cry Victoria the answer’s is behind the pain behind the saddest behind all of that is were Amore is and were the truth is.” detto the voice “Remember te can do it remember!” The voice detto getting softer and softer.
“Wait don’t go remember what?” “Help me i’m lost?” detto Viva IN tear’s
“I’m always with te never forget that!” detto the voice and then it was gone.
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“Viva wake up it’s ok i’m here!” detto Flora shacking her.
“Oh Flora it was terrible I didn’t know what to do!” detto viva crying but little did she know what had just happened with the witches had killed about seven miles of forest, animali and part of nube, nuvola Tower and also make a magic storm that had been going on for three day’s know. “What’s going on?” Asked Viva
“The last three day’s have been very dark for all of Magix.” detto Flora
“What happened after I saved the girl’s?” Asked Viva.
“Lest not talk about that right know lest talk about your dream?” Asked Flora trying to mollusco, vongola Viva down.
“Ok well there was this voice and I didn’t know were it was coming from and it was saying that my name was Victoria and to remember but I didn’t know what to remember because-.” detto Viva but she stopped right in the middle of what she was saying.
“Because of what?” Asked Flora looking at her worried.
“CanI be alone?” Asked Viva.
“I guess so but are te all right because te can talk to me?” Asked Flora
“No I good but do te know if there a Pianoforte some were here?” Asked Flora before she walked out.
“Ya right down the hall!” detto Flora has she walked out.
As Viva was walking down the hall all she could think of was the voice she heard and all the things that happened to her ask she reached the Pianoforte she closed the door and began to play.
Down the hall
“Hey do hear that?” Asked Musa.
“No?” detto Tecna.
“I’ll be right back!” detto Musa.
“Ok I’ll be here!” detto tecna
As Musa walked closer to the voice it got louder and louder and she could see what the song was about has she opened the door she saw Viva at the Pianoforte Canto this.
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I miss te x9
Where are te x3
I’m Lost x4
Where are te x4
I’m Lost x4
Suicidal tendencies,
Drink creative o deep
Autopilot
Amore the music
Sick
Sleep [x10 fade]
I Amore te x8
I don’t want to disappoint you, oh
Because te hold me, oh
Before I fall
You’re my unconditional love
You’re my eyes and you’re my sunny days
But when my pen hit the paper
And try to mould and sculpt and shape her
And make her lovely
It wasn’t good enough
It wasn’t good enough
But when I can hear the paper
And try to mould and sculpt and shape her
And I try to Amore it
But it still hurts to touch
It still hurts to touch
And it hurts to touch
And it hurts to touch
And it hurts to touch
And it hurts
To touch
And it hurts to be here
I don’t want to be here
And it hurts to be here
Tonight x2
And it hurts to be here (suicidal tendencies)
I don’t want to be here (drink creative o deep)
Goodnight,
My love
Musa stopped and started at Viva because she saw most your all of what happened to Viva all her life. She saw that Viva and her mom were abused da her own dad.
Amore MALMCD
