JessicaJoy's blog: "Old Poetry"

There's a story to tell here but if it could be so Please, would you would keep this "down low" There once was a boy who stole my heart promise not to break it or tear it apart I was gentle and kind to this boy I knew I gave him everything that I knew how to Which was only the love and affection that my heart could bring Only to you, my attention was driven Our lives together went as I hoped I thought nothing could ruin this Our relationship…was pretty "dope" Then it happened my worst nightmare had come true you thought I would cheat cheat on you! I wouldn't dare do such a thing I gave you my heart you told me yourself you wouldn't dare tear it apart My fears are coming true you have broken me down All I can do is cry You only frown Your negative energy has finally met my core there's nothing left for me anymore Once again in this tragic ending Fate is the only survivor with the broken hearts still mending This fairytale is not one to end right but consequently enough The story book cover Must come together at night from then and there my lonesome tears are often joined by that only fear So it ends this story I told Happily ever after? Only in a place unknown

Nobody knows and nobody hears these tears that I cry and how they slowly fade into the night No one will understand on where I lack I put away my sorrow and began to act Nobody knows and nobody cares and these tears that I cry and how they drift away with the morning light all I have to do is fake my way through the rest of the day and once again when the night settles in those tears will be back everything starts over again...

I wrote this back in 2006. April 26th, 2006 to be correct! Not Even The Time Of Day Will The Tears Shed Not Even The Time Of Day Will My Wall Crumble Not Even The Time Of Day Will My Life Fall Not Even The Time Of Day Will I Give You My Will Not Even The Time Of Day Will He Have The Slight Power Not Even The Time Of Day you ass...

This image keeps replaying and replaying in my head. Everytime I close my eyes, that moment is clear as rain. It makes me smile, but at the same time, makes my stomach turn and my head hurt. Somehow, I have to get over this. I just CAN'T...I made me happy. Now, as I go through the feelings of confusion, sad, mad, and happy make my feet swell and my bones ach. All those emotions, in the state I am now, making me act not like myself. Or, is this me? The new me? Who is "me"? Why must I think about your tender kiss that still rests apon my lips?

Thoughts like these shouldn't be although things, they were because of me AND I hinted along for your wonderful mind to jumble and for all those ragging thoughts was this action that took place a mishap? an act of passion? now. this image can't leave but no worries, I'm only freaking out every emotion possible rushing, gushing, and spewing