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Jessica Goudreault Poems
Quietly, it stays solid and locked In order to open, someone must knock Concealed mysteries await further on
I Am Thankful For....
I am thankful for every day that I wake, Being with those I love And passing those I hate
The Diversity of People
There are pretty people There are ugly people, There are short people There are fat people,
When things are so right, Why is it that I wish for another life? I have the perfect love That I could never want to replace.
Past, Present, Future
Forget the future, Remember the past, Don't contemplate How long our love will last
Before I met you, I felt so Scattered and Broken, Falling Apart Because Everything was so Complicated, Every day was a Bad Day
Fall Victim To....
Fall victim to gossip, When it is spoken about you Fall victim to boredom,
Feelings of A Lifetime
Throughout life, you experience so many feelings Wether you're awake or dreaming, Laughing or crying
Characteristics of People
Long hair, Short hair Dark or light,
A simple apology Is sometimes all that people need, It can save them From being so unhappy,
It's in the air tonight And all the nights before It goes where you go
Nothing Is Always Perfect
Being with you makes me very happy I couldn't wish for a better boyfriend, You're so sweet and not corny or sappy I can never wait to see you again,
My Feelings For You
Falling into pieces With no reason why, Lost and broken, trying not to cry. If I fall, I know you will catch me,
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Quietly, it stays solid and locked
In order to open, someone must knock
Concealed mysteries await further on
That only keyholders may look upon
You kick and batter to try and break through
But that will never, ever do
Curiosity swells and begins to rise
Looking inot dark, untelling eyes
You tell yourself 'I bet I already know her'
But why do you still wonder over and over?
Your judgment is only based on looks
Don't try to read my like a book
If you want to be allowed entrance
You must be able to have patience
Locked out, ...