not thirsty, my pillow
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my pillow must be tired
of soaking in all these tears
'cause even though the salty taste
is one to savor sometimes,,,
it must get boring...
right?
night time is always hardest
and that's when i cry the hardest too
but in the end i snuggle up
and all i think about
is your smile, so i'm okay
but my soul likes to leak
and let emotion seep
out my eyes,
the windows that lead
to the me that lives
inside
and the seeping comes
and the stars come out as well
and the quiet is so loud
that i cover my ears
and lay face down in my pillow
and i rain... i rain... i rain...
if my pillow was a flower
and my tears were pure as the water from a stream
it could never die of thirst...
~*~*~*~*~
to the ones who read my poetry, and to the ones i love... don't worry. the crying in which i speak of isn't completely out of sadness... but out of exhaustion. i'm okay. chances are, it's just the fact that i miss you...
<333
of soaking in all these tears
'cause even though the salty taste
is one to savor sometimes,,,
it must get boring...
right?
night time is always hardest
and that's when i cry the hardest too
but in the end i snuggle up
and all i think about
is your smile, so i'm okay
but my soul likes to leak
and let emotion seep
out my eyes,
the windows that lead
to the me that lives
inside
and the seeping comes
and the stars come out as well
and the quiet is so loud
that i cover my ears
and lay face down in my pillow
and i rain... i rain... i rain...
if my pillow was a flower
and my tears were pure as the water from a stream
it could never die of thirst...
~*~*~*~*~
to the ones who read my poetry, and to the ones i love... don't worry. the crying in which i speak of isn't completely out of sadness... but out of exhaustion. i'm okay. chances are, it's just the fact that i miss you...
<333
"At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet." --Plato
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and my tears were pure as the water from a stream
it could never die of thirst...
Writers strive for years for images as simple yet effective as that.
Lovely, Jessie.
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*HUGS*
I MISS you too my dear little sis.:(
*BIG HUGS*
~*STONEY PONY all the WAY!*~
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"For the world, not for the war"-Neil Finn
I'm glad you understand. And baby,
*ehem* *christopher walken impresssion time*
I got a fever... and the only prescription... is more Nadi hugs.
I love you baby!
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LMAO!! that is too funny!!! hahaha.
awww you are TOO adorable my dear little sis...I LOVE you too sweetums!!
~*STONEY PONY all the WAY!*~
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~~*~*~
"For the world, not for the war"-Neil Finn
i have lost the pillowed image i once cherished like cotton candy was sweet and so is jessie .. her poems are replete with images of sweet sadness and sorrow's lament.. so real .. thnx little girl
As she slams the door in his drunken face
And now he stands outside
And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
And his tears fall and burn the garden green
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thank you for your kind words
As she slams the door in his drunken face
And now he stands outside
And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
And his tears fall and burn the garden green
Great work Jessie...:)
10/22/03
Ten, No Code, Vs., Yield, Riot Act, Vitalogy, Binaural
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