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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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
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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.
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