Jessica Weed Writing

Do you ever stand on the edge of a group, Not quite involved, and not quite excluded, Feeling like you’re teetering on the top of a mounta..

I came upon a flower sweet, Smiling face of gold, Attract’d my nose by its perfume, Beautiful and bold. I plucked the flowe..

When the skies are scarlet, our hearts flare into flame. We could burn the whole city down, we’re too in love to be ashamed. Sto..