Jessie Jett Poems

Sometimes people go their whole life,
looking for that one, special person.
Sometimes they find what they're looking for,
when others come back empty handed.
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Scratch my skin, scratch it please.
Scratch it so you will make it bleed.
Take my words, throw them down.
Take your words, they're the only sound.
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To you, my undying love.
Your thought gazes among my eyes.
For your words captivate my insides.
The roll of your tounge dazzles my life.
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It's the worst,
when you feel unwanted.
Abandoned.
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I've tried to write this out.
To get it from my head.
It seems right now,
my soul is dead.
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To all these things,
my words escape.
In this ink,
and to relate.
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I can't breathe.
My heart feels sick.
With you gone, everything gone.
This pain, like a disease; so toxic.
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The long solid neck,
With flowing, refinded strings.
A base of cherry; finished wood.
Defined in figure, exquisite;
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It's too loud.
But there is no sound.
Emptiness creeps up from the ground.
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He is consistant.
He is persistant.
He is charming.
He is kind.
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