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 wewe know were I am!” alisema sweet soft voice that sounded filmier.
“Who are wewe and who’s Victoria?” alisema Viva looking all around looking for the voice.
“Remember Victoria wewe know who I’m am wewe could never forget me!” alisema the voice.
“Remember what there’s nothing to remember but- pain?” alisema 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 upendo is and were the truth is.” alisema the voice “Remember wewe can do it remember!” The voice alisema getting softer and softer.
“Wait don’t go remember what?” “Help me i’m lost?” alisema Viva IN tear’s
“I’m always with wewe never forget that!” alisema the voice and then it was gone.
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“Viva wake up it’s ok i’m here!” alisema Flora shacking her.
“Oh Flora it was terrible I didn’t know what to do!” alisema viva crying but little did she know what had just happened with the witches had killed about seven miles of forest, wanyama and part of wingu 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.” alisema 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 mtulivu, clam 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-.” alisema 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 wewe all right because wewe can talk to me?” Asked Flora
“No I good but do wewe know if there a kinanda some were here?” Asked Flora before she walked out.
“Ya right down the hall!” alisema 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 kinanda she closed the door and began to play.
Down the hall
“Hey do hear that?” Asked Musa.
“No?” alisema Tecna.
“I’ll be right back!” alisema Musa.
“Ok I’ll be here!” alisema 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 kinanda imba this.
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I miss wewe x9
Where are wewe x3
I’m Lost x4
Where are wewe x4
I’m Lost x4
Suicidal tendencies,
Drink creative au deep
Autopilot
upendo the music
Sick
Sleep [x10 fade]
I upendo wewe x8
I don’t want to disappoint you, oh
Because wewe 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 upendo 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 au 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 kwa her own dad.
upendo MALMCD
