POEMS BY VERONICA SALBER

Daddy

I cry in my bed at night,
Waiting for you to hold me tight
I can never sleep these restless nights
You've been away a while.
Are you ever coming home?

When I saw you there that night,
What a horrible sight.
I still sleep these restless nights,
learning to live without you.

I think you should know,
Where ever you be,
I'm carrying your baby.
She's three months now.
I just found out yesterday,.
I'm gonna name her Destiy
Cause I never found out what ours to be.

She's gonna grow up,
and ask for her Daddy.
She's never gonna meet her Daddy.

She's gonna ask me,
Everyday
Mamma, Mamma, Mamma
Where's Daddy?
When's he coming home?
Where's Daddy?
Daddy, Daddy
Hey, Mommy, where's my Daady?

Do I tell her?
Do I keep it lone?
Do I say you don't have a Daddy?
Do I tell her,
that you have a Daddy.
Do I tell her?
Do I tell her that you love her?
What do I tell her?

I know I hear is,
I want to see Daddy.
Where's Daddy
I want DADDY, but, but,
Do I tell her?
What do I tell her?
Do I tell her?
Do I tell her?

Written By : Veronica Ann Salber
December twenty first nineteen ninety five at 9:46 pm.

'Angel in Love'

My heart is broken
But only you can't fix
Don't try
It was you who believed those lies
So if you cry
It won't be me to be
the one to dry your eyes
If you get hurt, well
Don't ask me for forgiveness
You hurt me as well
My soul poured out dry to you
My eyes they bleed, and they cry for you
But, only for a lost forgotten cause
Obsession kept my soul alive
You've done enough damage for a life time to hold,
So don't even take a stand
to be bold
Your crossed hand hit my heart
Your words are cold
like a weapon of death
Don't cry
Remember me my love
An angel on a cloud
An angel in love

Written By : Veronica Ann Salber
May 19, 1997

'Doors' 10/21/97

When one door opens,
Another one closes.
When a child is born,
A grown person dies.
When hearts are found,
then put together.
Hearts are torn apart.
When lovers comes close,
Other ones separate.
Confusion is what we are.
Our doors opened,
but never really closed.
Our childhood died,
but some still lingers on.

When some paths meet,
somewhere down the road.
Others paths separate, break,
tear into two.
Our single road,
That at one time were two.
Are still growing as we are one.
We hit rocks,
We hit stones.
When we hit mountains.
They were hard to overcome
When we hit bridges,
You held my hand,
and you guided me across it.
We had obstacles, but we made it through.

Some find love,
Some never do.
When people find love,
some let it go,
Others let them in their life,
and hold on tight.
Some people call it true love.
Some people call it fate.

Together we are one,
Together we will stay one,
We say, it's just TRUE LOVE!!

The Angels

The angels in the heavans,
look down in the earth.
And the many planets around it.
They are always right there,
when they least expect it.
Through death and life,
They are always ready there,
ready ond willing to pick up the pieces.
I am your angel ,
Soft and beautiful.
Always right there to pickup the pieces.
Ready and willing to pick up the pieces.
You'll know who they are,
When you see them glowing.
Wearing their miticulate hand-made
golden fleeces.
They are beautiful at sight.
They are beautiful in side their sides.
They have soft comforting voices.
Made to ease antone's pain.

I am your angel.
With a soft voice,
made to ease your pain.
My touch, it is soft.
Like the angels above ,
to carress your body.
The angels sit on soft clouds,
dreaming of everyone's happiness.
The angels, look at the stars,
naming each one for a person,
they rescue from pain or agony.
I am your angel ,
Beautiful and sweet.
Sitting, looking at the stars.
I've named one for you.
I look out my window,
I see the star,
Then, I see you.
In the star you are beautiful.
Looking at me, me looking at you.
You are my angel,
easing my pain.
On a clear night my love,
look ou your window,
Look for the brightest star,
And you can see me, staring out,
looking at you.
My Angel.

Written by: Veronica Ann Salber
8-22-97
For an angel from an angel.

Silverbirds

I will walk down this lonley road.
I will turn and feel the road alone.
it will touch upon my barefeet.
The kisses of death,
like scented rain will scorch my barefeet.
For death is only a slave.
For the silverbirds are the only beauty death pocesses.
Those silverbirds are perched,
on his head, sleeping an a wreath.
Death will tell me, his words
like the beauty I once wore,
and he will soon have.
He dropped a velvet bag at my feet.
I knelt down to grasp it.
As I touched it,
he slowly tiptoed away as his presance disapated.
he the reappeared behind my shadow,
as if he never left.
And he followed me down that lonly road.
I was once alone, but
in presance I am not.
In heart I am lonly much more.
His essance gathered around me,
like a tonado,
swallowing the suuroundings in with me.
Then death stared me in the eyes.
I saw his evil essence in his eyes,
The essence,
it flowed out of his human form.
I felt pulled up,
erected from the ground.
I became a beautiful silverbird,
with a black velvet bag wrpapped
on my neck like jewlery.
As my body became locked on the wreath.
Death laughed with an evil grin.
As my wings spread,
I nibbled at the black velvet bag.
It opened.
Outcame a beautiful golden ora.
I became erected, torn away from the wreath.
My wings spread.
My body streached.
I became an angel.
Death knelt and watched in terror.
I began touching each individual silverbird on the wreath.
They all, the beautiful elegant silverbirds,
became angels.
Death became helpless, crying.
Death was now alone on that lonley road.
Death alone died.
Death died alone.

Writen by: Veronica Salber April2, 1998

But the curiosity still lurches inside me.
The pain I feel from it won't hide of me,
It must come out.
take the pain away and let me be,
myself again.
For you it will gain,
But for me all I shall feel is pain.
Those flashbacks of killers are painful.
Those killers speak of dead children,
in handcuffs which can not move.
Their teeth will shime at the break of dawn.
Their wrist s of running young blood,
flowing endlessyt all over the ground.
And the mystic soilder of a young love's kiss,
will never work again.
The fishermen of the seas,
will fish and catch young bones,
amd hancuffs rusted on theri wrists.
And memories will be haunting thoses spirits,
forever on earth.

They will think of lost beauty of them all.
there is no other feeling felt bt no other
whose threatened by by evil,
and the disguised servies of the dead.
Between the road and the streets of the cyress,
there is a rose,
that when it fades,
death and my fears fade with it.
As this rose fades,
All life is overcome as happiness, joy, peace, and love.
The only thing is that,
I know this rose will never, ever fade.

Written By: Veronica Salber 1995

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