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The Fight
A Poem by
Jessica Jean
Summer runs in the rain Dodging colored balloons Where are you going Will I see you again soon That night we saw stars Lying down on a ..
Missing You
A Poem by
Jessica Jean
A day is not enough After I have missed thirty One kiss is not enough After I have missed hundreds And one embrace Before a bread..
I Find Myself Now
A Poem by
Jessica Jean
I find myself now Saying words that you said Words that you meant So long ago So long ago When all seemed better Beautiful words..
Where Has Love Been
A Poem by
Jessica Jean
Where has love been? On a butterfly’s wings, In my curtain creases, Hidden in the pencil case Of a childhood memory Buried in the..
Death With Her
A Poem by
Jessica Jean
Her eyelids shut As the purple stardust blew in It swirled her mind Like a river of diamonds I'll be waiting Her lips managed in a smile From ..
Black Day
A Poem by
Jessica Jean
I dressed for the funeral, I dressed in black Watched you walk down the aisle From the back of the church My first last look at you Taller th..
Our Favorite Things
A Poem by
Jessica Jean
What are our favorite things? Well, you love when I cry on your shoulder My face buried there, leaking saltwater and makeup Sobbing like some chi..
A Flower
A Poem by
Jessica Jean
I need your mouth Like it was meant to be on mine Like our lips were petals from the same flower Softly kiss me in the night Softly kiss me in t..
Urgency
A Poem by
Jessica Jean
There's an urgency to see you And an urgency to touch A silent screaming of my being Aching for your being so much There's a certain way I miss ..
The Problem That Happens
A Poem by
Jessica Jean
If I write a poem The thing does die The subject lives and breathes Then dies I create wonders And exhaust the muse The subject beaten Bleedi..
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