Jeremy Willson Poems

I am from gold chains
From Folger's and chocolate chip cookies in the morning
I am from the first house on the left "Old and spooky"
(Wide and tall, magnificent yet eerie in sight)
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I hear the noises commin' from up above
Is it a monster in the attic?
Or could it be the wind?
Late at night I hear them talkin' about me
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She dances swiftly through your ears
Precious melodies brushing away all of your tears
Her voice is as sweet as honey
It makes the greyest of days seem sunny
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I've been tongue tied before but never like this
Not when I'm staring at your lips thinking about a kiss
Feeling my heart rate increase w/ every glance at your eyes
I know we've had some bumpy rides
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Being Mexican/American is hard
Every white person asking me for my green card
All white people think I don't speak English
Every Mexican thinks I'm white and they hate me
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I miss you, the next time I see you can I hold your hand?
It makes it easier, b/c against the world is where we stand
But against the wall is where I want you to be
The friction, adrenaline, my breathe all you'll be able to see
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I'm tired of asking for love ya know
Love is suppose to be like two flowers that grow
They grow together and not apart
Because to them their life is nothing more than art
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Whenever I'd get nervous
So nervous I'd be freezing cold
I slipped inside my sweater
Where it's nice and warm
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Maybe one day I'll leave and no one will ever see me again
Maybe people would care but only then
Maybe it's cause they took me for granted
Maybe they think that I'd never leave them abandoned
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Today my old man turns 54
That's totally like the new 24
He wears button ups and dress pants
He's old school like his prison green tatts
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