Jessie Jett Poems

Nights dark swirls of black, rarley blue.
A crisp chill, but wonderful breathing air.
These days, have been so wonderful.
With a baby blue sky, and cotten white clouds.
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For all of this I don't know where to start.
I cant stop the stinging in my heart.
I cant cover up that gaping hole.
All along Ive bared my soul.
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A superfical layer.
A well bound impression.
An image laced, upon a face.
A pressed and turned, illustrated perception.
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This.
That.
These,
Words.
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I leave it, I try.
Stays in rememberance,
I don't know why.
I feel it,
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Oh sun, a blaze.
Day by night
You hide and raise.
Out to play,
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How do you quote the unsaid?
The most beautiful words.
Of my heart.
Of yours.
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Who has the tender face of an angel?
Whose presence is as calming as a harp?
Who's heart is as gentle as a lamb but,
Whose heart can love like a lion?
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These echos, these scars
Can't find their way out from my heart.
The death, I've loathed.
The pain, too fierce.
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From what heart,
does this love pour.

From these eyes
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