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Best Poems From
VERONA VALENTINE
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I Need You
You make me stand up when I feel like falling
You make me look ahead when I feel like crying
You make me wait for another tomorrow when I feel like dying
You’re the one who shelters me when it’s always raining
I feel so drained; so worn out
I feel so useless; so dead and unnoticed
I feel so tired; I just want to bleed it out
I feel you beside me and it changes everything
No matter how many times I say this
It always comes as the same thing
You just smile at me, but I know in your eyes
You see it has a deeper meaning
“I need you.”
Verona Valentine
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I Wanted to be a Mother
I wanted to be a mother
But not at the age sixteen
Maybe when I grow a little older
With a little more knowledge felt and seen
I never saw it coming
Never really thought of it before
Then my waistline went from three to six
That’s when I wondered a little a more
I didn’t think it was possible
The thought of me becoming prego
Maybe I was just naïve;
A slave of lust and my ego
I used to hate this thing
But I learned to love this bump
It might prevent me from partying
It also makes me moody and grump
My folks want me to get abortion
They want me to kill my baby
They said she’d be messed up and stupid
If I didn’t listen to what they say
But I wanted to be a mother
And I really loved my baby
So I gave her to a couple that would love her
Ones that could give her a proper family
Someday I’ll have another child
But she won’t be called a mistake
She’ll have a loving mother who used to be wild
And a father who’ll do anything for her sake
Verona Valentine
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Just a Little Undead
Just make me feel a little undead
wake me with your presence
unnoticed tears I always shed
my heart is weak i believe its dead
A little pain I caused myself
Just so I know that i'm not yet dead
But being alone with no one's help
my life more like has long gone ended
I touched my skin with undoubtful scars
i watched it there not gone yet hidden
these are what i called my lifeline marks
These are all my burden that's yet unspoken
Verona Valentine
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Letters of the Dying
I’ll never see my sweet sixteen
Don’t know when I'll see my friends again
I won’t see a glimpse of my debut
Or even practice my great adieu
I’ll never have a date for prom
Or get my hair done at the salon
I’ll never be able to get my license
Or get a new car as a present
I’ll never make a speech on my graduation
Or gush and be excited for my reunion
I won’t make it to my first job interview
Or be known for the things I knew
Nobody will ever give me an engagement ring
I’ll never get to pick a dress for my wedding
I’ll never have the chance to say ‘I do’
Or try to kiss my children’s boo-boo
I’m just an empty, hollow shell
A good for nothing little girl
I’ll never brighten my parents’ faces
Or fill up any empty, cold spaces
Verona Valentine
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