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Be Kind Sweet Jessabelle

Sweet Jessabelle,
I’ve fallen down the well
reaching for pennies tossed
where copper wishes wash.

Seeking change,
treading after lovers estranged.
Broken trust like flaking rust
on a windlass wound to dust.

Surely soon,
under beams of a waxing moon,
you’ll find me wrinkle-waning,
water through fingers, wish-straining.

Save the expense,
our wishes of shared sense.
Lift me from my fated depths
and rid me of my bated breath.

When it’s Pouring

Drunk again,

just let me die now.

At least I’ll be happy

thinking of you.

Your eyes keep me

holding on for more,

begging for a kiss

I wouldn’t want to miss.

Pull me close, you know I want it.

Let me fall

because your arms are right

where I want to be.

Quick trigger,

hairpin finger,

pin me down,

you’ve got me.

Girl, you have to be an Angel.

Your wings have my heart

fluttering, sputtering,

gasping and grasping for moonlight.

Daybreak always comes too soon,

stealing me from you.

I know you’ll break my heart,

girls like you always do.

So break away,

it’s where we belong.

Too damn strong

to hold out for long.

In the ashes

I always find

what bridges the gap

between heart and mind.

I Am

I am an artist.

I am a writer.

I am a poet.

Helplessly chained to my craft,

hopelessly committed to love

and emotion, to my love

who threw me away.

I know all this

because I feel 

destined to die young.

Just to Get Back

Flirting with thoughts of cliche ends,

but they say never to act,

make amends

with the hand you’ve been dealt,

when you lose the only hand

you ever wished to hold. 

Unbearably heartbroken.

You give everything you are,

love so far,

and then she sees no further future.

She doesn’t want you, love you,

or need you any longer.

Yet you long for her

because the love you shared,

the life you were building,

and all you did together

amounted to the greatest years

you never could have imagined

would be yours.

She speaks no words,

no happy birthday, baby,

no night night, sleep well,

and sweet dreams.

There’s no making her laugh

with your stupid jokes,

fake snoring or car singing

with the lyrics all wrong.

No couch cuddling

with her feet up on your chest,

no late night trivia or card games,

she’s leaving just the same.

No more museum walks 

or pond-side talks

where the pictures you shot of her

outshone the sun.

No seeing the world hand in hand,

no more, “hey, check out this band.”

All that’s left are memories and scars

of a love no longer known as “ours.”

But we are not to act,

instead sit idle and weep

for what you’d give anything 

just to get back.

Me and the Moon

I found myself going out for a smoke tonight, as I often do now.  Sitting beneath the stars, watching the wind gusts push the clouds above me, obscuring wishing star after wishing star, I started softly singing the lyrics to a song I thought I had long forgotten. For any country buffs reading this, the title of the post may sound familiar. Bryan White, a once country singer and songwriter turned producer, I believe, sang a song entitled Me and the Moon.  I could not believe that I could still remember the lyrics so well, or that they would come rushing back to me so easily after years of not even hearing it. I suppose, now, more than ever, I truly understand what the song was getting at. 

Rather than bore you with another link to a song on YouTube, which I’m sure few people would even click on, especially after reading that it is a country song, I thought it better to post the lyrics. 

There’s not a star left in the sky tonight
That hasn’t been wished on
And I’ve been wishin’ I could find me a wishin’ well
I’d throw in every penny I own

I’ve got moonlight and a warm June night
All that’s missing here is you
Me and the moon have never been so blue
If I may I wish I might find you lying beside me

In a way
I can see your eyes in the stars
But it’s not the same
I want to see the stars in your eyes tonight

To be the stars in your eyes tonight
Just me and the stars in your eyes tonight
But it’s me and the moon
It seems if you believe in a dream enough

It has to come true
And mine would turn back time til the world unwinds
If I could be holding you
So if a star falls from the sky tonight

You’ll know what I tried to do
Me and the moon have never been so blue
If I may I wish I might find you lying beside me
In a way

I can see your eyes in the stars
But it’s not the same
I want to see the stars in your eyes tonight
To be stars in your eyes tonight

Just me and the stars in your eyes tonight
Not me and the moon
And If I may I wish I might find you lying beside me
In a way

I can see your eyes in the stars
But it’s not the same
I want to see the stars in your eyes tonight
To be the stars in your eyes tonight

Just me and the stars in your eyes tonight
But it’s me and the moon
And me and the moon have never been so blue

Courtesy of Of Mice and Men

Another You…

Where We Stand

I still can’t believe 

this is where we stand.

Without you, I’m not me.

Hell is an earthly place

I never thought I’d be. 

I’m still wrapped around your finger,

my love for you still lingers,

and I hate the hurt

that burns my heart into my chest.

I can talk the talk and walk

with all my girls,

they send my heart spinning, 

they turn my world on its end,

but in the back of my dreams

blurred in the seams,

you still seem to stare back at me.

All we’ve been through,

all we’ve done,

cannot be undone.

I still love, I still miss,

I still long for your loving kiss.

When the wind blows,

your voice whispers on the breeze.

I cry, I’d rather die

than go on without you.

What am I to do?

I thought I’d always have you,

and only you, to hold on to,

for better or worse,

in sickness and in health.

It’s like the world stopped turning.

I still can’t believe 

this is where we stand.

Save

You’ve given up on us.

Count it as my loss.

You’re the one who broke,

but I’ll foot the cost.

Love’s a losing game.

I thought with you I’d stay.

Your arms felt so safe,

but now I just feel played,

tired and betrayed.

I’ve tried to understand

why your wedding band

isn’t on your hand.

It’s more than my heart can stand.

All your words fall flat

and sorry can’t take back

all the years you’ve let

your mind subtract.

You say that you still love,

but it’s not enough.

All that I can do

with what you’ve put me through

is hold out hope

for someone new

to save me from you.

Courtesy of You+Me

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