Oh my aching heart
Your love torn
from the fabric of reality
If there was only something more I could do
But the page was not turned, it was torn away
Leaving nothing but regret & sadness
It is in the quite still
That reality is the clearest
The awkwardness of something missing
Time wash through as a river
Cleanse the soul and ease the pain
Until then, we wander emptied,
waiting for the memories to sweeten
Supermassive black hole poetry.
Take a chance and see where it takes you! ✨
Pen to paper
reconstruction + emotional health
SURREAL HUMOR - BOOKS - WRITING - SATIRE
I'm Victoria Stuart, a poet committed to love's transmission.
The journey of a thousand miles, begins with a single step...x
A Life's Worth of Observations from a Songwriter and Sound Engineer
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