My Name is Jean Melanie Pullman I am twenty years old and have been writing as far as i can remember. I write all of my poetry from the heart and all my poems are based on personal experiences. I have been through some dark times but now i am a positive person living happily and care free. I love meeting new people and making new friends. I also love to model, sing, act and dance. I draw and paint... more »
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Jean Pullman Poems
True beauty is in the way she laughs True beauty is in her eyes True beauty is how she acts True beauty is inside
Happiness is my high. Happiness feels great inside. Happiness is quite rare. Happiness is barely there.
Friends will stick up for you, not put you down. Friends like when you smile, not when you frown. Friends treat you respectfully, not call you names. Friends are always truthful, they don't play little head games.
My anger wants to kill. My anger wants to spill. My anger wants to smash a wall. My anger wants to make someone feel small.
I am beautiful inside and out I am beautiful without a doubt So i'll stop listening to the voices in my head The ones telling me i'm better off dead
I know I will never find love and happiness. I know I meant for a life of sad loneliness. I am broken and torn time and time again. I am turning black from deep within.
Feeling so lonely and you're sitting right there Do you even notice me sitting in this chair So depressed cause it seems like you don't care I feel invisible like I'm not even here
Gerard Way your more than just money
Gerard Way your more than just money Gerard Way your lips taste like honey Gerard Way you're more than just fame Gerard Way you'll soon scream my name
What do i do? ? ?
whenever your gone my laugh comes back But then you come around the corner and my depression shoots right back Pulsing through my veins like heroin I wish you wuold just let me in
when your fathers dead your heart fills with dread my father died in the year 2005 when he was alive my life was filled with pride
Let Me Help You
Let me help you to be happy In return you can help me Let me help you as a friend I will be here for you till the end
Mr. Perfect By: Jean Pullman Your smile it warms my soul
I haven't met you face to face But when we talk you put me in a better place I met you somewhere i never thought i would To me you have been so good
the world is unfair everyday the world is unfair everyway the world is unfair when a loved one dies the world is unfair when the dead ones mother cries
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True beauty is in the way she laughs
True beauty is in her eyes
True beauty is how she acts
True beauty is inside
True beauty is unseen
True beauty is only felt
True beauty is not mean
True beauty is herself
True beauty can't be cruel
True beauty is bare
True beauty within you
True beauty is always there
True Beauty can't be covered with makeup
True beauty means true love
True beauty can't be baked up
True beauty is the flight of a dove
True beauty has no flaws
For True beauty is all that matters after all
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