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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
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.
The Diversity of People
There are pretty people There are ugly people, There are short people There are fat people,
Past, Present, Future
Forget the future, Remember the past, Don't contemplate How long our love will last
Our pets make us happy Whenever we need to be, They understand everything Without knowing anything,
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,
Feelings of A Lifetime
Throughout life, you experience so many feelings Wether you're awake or dreaming, Laughing or crying
Where did they go? I do not know, they used to be so strong But now I feel they are gone
Inconsiderate High Schoolers
Continue to push me When I do nothing back, Spit in my face And then walk away
It's in the air tonight And all the nights before It goes where you go
Maybe you will come back, Maybe I will no longer have fear, Maybe you will realize what you did, Maybe I will no longer shed a senseless tear,
Before I met you, I felt so Scattered and Broken, Falling Apart Because Everything was so Complicated, Every day was a Bad Day
In Need Of A Cure
The curse of anxiety Brings a fear of losing my sanity As I try to hold on to this reality
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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, ...