Jess Cadman Poems

Wings made of the most delicate silver
A body as fragile as glass
Their faces depicted in children’s stories,
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If I had to list all the reasons
Why you’re the one I love
Why you’re the one who’s given me
All I ever dared to dream of...
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Love is like a suicide mission
And if it’s what I need to do
Just to win you
I’d die a thousand times over
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To fall down the stairs
To jump off a cliff
To stab or shoot myself
Whatever the way
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When you walk into a room
A smile creeps up on my face
Spreading from ear to ear
And butterflies tickle inside me.
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Sharp tears flow down my face
Eye-to-eye I stand with death
Disfigured by his gruesome breath
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Life was depicted in a black and white state
My mind was constantly in a depressive condition
Suicide was on my weekly to do list,
But all that changed when you came along
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I thought love like this was just a myth
As rare as an enchanted nymph
I don’t think I could ever measure
The love I have for you, my treasure
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What is this mess? Where is this place?
With the landscape dominated by death and destruction
With no hope of a future and reconstruction
What is this place, of which I cannot face?
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Beauty flourishes within us
Like an April flower
Faces depicted in a crowd
Making him upstairs very proud
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