The shattered glass of memories that never were
The feeling of your arms holding me
Just a faded memory of times that never were
The blame on me
Deserved like a murderer's death
When I thought I had you in my grasp
The only place I could find you was in my heart
When I looked to find myself
I looked to you and all I could see were images of her
I wasn't to be found
So I looked to the stars
I looked for a glimps of what could be
What I am, or what I was
And all I saw were the lovers of the world
Shimmering bright.. with their happiness and joy
and hope knowing they always had a heart they could take refuge in..
-- Victoria Palmer
Editor Note: Victoria Palmer is juliet. This is not a copyright issue.