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Jessica Lindsey Poems
From the edges of my trembling lips The word it stumbles, crumbles, slips Heavy into the air, it hangs, Then crashes down, a ton of bricks.
A Pity Party
She is beautiful, I am just me How could I deny jealousy When I see your arm around her waist That you used to put around me.
All the memories of you Flooding back to my brain All the memories of you Are driving me insane.
The Roses Died
It's funny how when it's come to an end, When you're truly walking out the door, While I'm too proud to stop you, My heart and head are waging war
Wishful Thinking/Silly Nonsense
i wish i was a little girl still tripping on my laces or sprawled across the floor with crayons coloring silly faces.
An angel sleeping, beautiful We'd love to linger and stare But we know she awakes as the Devil And we do not dare to be there
Heart For Heart.
I gave away my heart And was surprised when I found, Later on that night My heart trampled on the ground.
The sun came out of nowhere, Lifted shadows, there you were And now you're sitting with me here Chasing Lonely out the door.
I Guess This Is Goodbye
So with flawless execution You've left me hanging without conclusion You, with the strength of twenty men Claim to fear the wrath of a single one?
Pause at the door, Heart racing. I know what I will Find, but hope...
Locked inside his heart Is the mem'ry of a girl Dancing through his dreams With a whisper and a whirl.
Pride & Consequence
In less time than it takes to pass the hours of a day she slipped into a nightmare from which she could not break away. From a crooked angle with blondish curls he broke into her life
He stares at the bare walls completely lost to time he wanders lonely halls slowly losing his mind.
Comments about Jessica Lindsey
(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)
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From the edges of my trembling lips
The word it stumbles, crumbles, slips
Heavy into the air, it hangs,
Then crashes down, a ton of bricks.
You stare at me in disbelief,
I mask my pain and grit my teeth
Yet, even as I turn to leave
My heart ruptures, begins to bleed.
My feet, like lead, held to the floor
I force my steps, move towards the door
My heartstrings struggle, stretch and strain
Then tear my heart out by the veins.
Even so, I do not halt
And even now, I deny fault
Blood pumping from the gaping hole
As shock sets in to numb my soul