Jessica Foyle Poems

With beauty and grace, with her wings tipped in gold,
She danced with the roses; she danced in the cold,
Her delicate body that glittered with dew
Virgin eyes to the morning, so young and so new.
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I bend and break your tender bows,
I cut and bleed you,
Yet you love me.
My people tear your roots,
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Where do we go when there's nothing that's left here to do
What do we see when there's nothing to see here that's new
What's in a taste when there's nothing that's sweeter than you
Not a trace, not a place, not a face that compares quite to you.
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Silhouettes in the cold blue light
Lovebirds dance in the dead of night
Trace the light with clasped fingers
The warmth of those eyes that still lingers
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Fall like ash into your burning slumber
Coarse speech, black deeds
Opened eyes in wonder
Bitterness like waves upon a shore
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Player of puppets, inventor of sin
The voice of a schizoid who won't let you in
Twists with his fingers the essence of sense
The screams of a creature that's caught on the fence
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As fragile as this summers breeze,
Of sun kissed bloom and bumble bees
And deep as the depths of your eyes
As warm as the fire of the fireflies.
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