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Victoria King Poem
Lord,let my legs move,
so i can walk to the middle of the ring,
let my arms work hard
to gather many points.
Lord,let my ears hear,
so i can listen to my coach,
lt my waist bend,
to move from the punches.
Lord, let my eyes see,
so that i can look into my opponets eyes.
let my mind think
of what to do next.
Lord, let my heart beat
to keep me pushing myself further
let my lungs breathe
to keep me alert and ready.
Lord, let me stay positive,
so the end is a mystery,
let me stay safe,
to walkout of the ring.
Lord, let me try my best,
so that i know i put 110%
let my coach be surprised in the end,
to know that i've come out on top again
Copyright © Victoria King | Year Posted 2012
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Victoria King Poem
I loved you once,
I love you still.
Always have,
Always will.
You took my heart,
And broke it to pieces.
Now all I have left,
Is pain that never seizes.
Copyright © Victoria King | Year Posted 2012
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Victoria King Poem
As I die,
I see no light, I see no hand reaching out.
When I lived,
Nobody payed attention, no one listened.
As I go into darkness,
It's black and I can't breathe.
My lungs burn for oxygen.
My eyesthrive to see.
My heart urges to beat.
Within five minutes, I'm gone forever.
I'm no longer ignored.
I am not there.
I've lived and I've died.
Copyright © Victoria King | Year Posted 2012
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