Airda Jones Poems

Once a secret to
Our own eyes
Now has lost
It’s proper disguise
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Caught in the moment
How different for us
To go with our instinct
And find so much
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Back to staring at
The wall all over again
But now they seem
To have an actual end
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The insanity is draining
Flooding into my temples
Making my head grind
And now I can feel full
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Low hearted
That's how it started
Feeling so low
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One hundred and
Twenty-nine freaken miles
And I'm still dreaming
Of you all the while
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I pray at night
That we can be saved
And to guide us all
Through our busy days
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In the beginning
My words were so very small
But now that I have you
They are confident and tall
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I saw her tears
That broke her will
She was so strong
And I could kill
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When I see all the hate
And the vows unkept
I feel so lucky
That we had met
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