Jessica Cummings (February 8,1985 / Fort Myers, FL)
Biography of Jessica Cummings
Jessica Cummings Poems
Lost In The Cycle
Work work work work, work work work work, work work work work STOP and do
A Pseudo-Intellectual's 'I Love You'
I just love your head Because it houses your brain Which is your real love muscle
Am I to forever be chained to this rock? So far in my experience
Impromptu Lovey-Dovey Haiku
He's so cute because he flew off to bed and now he flies in my head
Before our separate paths take us far on separate ways Before those paths are distanced by the passing of the days
In Due Time
Maybe someday I will share with you Maybe someday you will know Maybe someday you'll understand with me Maybe someday I will grow
I Hate How I Love You...
I hate how I love you more than I should when you're gone Why didn't I love you
Secret Of The Shadow
He sighed into to the the night 'I'm lonely' He cried himself into sleep I whispered from the shadows 'I'm here for you' But alas, he could not hear me
She Walks Along...
She walks along disheveled in her mind shadow of a glimmer of hope in her eye arms heavy from holding on
Wanting And Getting
I almost bought a guitar today I almost got a tattoo I almost finally figured out How to tell you I love you
What I Wanted To Say Was
Once upon a time I dreamed of you Just like the other times I always do But this time you spared me my voice And said everything I'd wanted to say
Trapped mundane dark low
Too Bad That It's Over...
Too bad that its over When it had hardly just begun I wasn't head over heels for you True
I Was Filled With Sad...
I was filled with sad -ness yet tears won't slide. Outside the rain does for me.