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Bridgette Jester Feb 2014
and it was only yesterday. a moment that past. and now i cant forget it. and I guess we'll see. what tomorrow brings. these things come when you least expect it.

so for now we'll ride out the waves of reason. until that time comes again for dreaming. we'll shift into our natural motion. let our souls take over the subtle notion.
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Bridgette Jester Feb 2014
As the sun met the moon tonight
they hung on opposite ends of the earth.
But you were nowhere to be found
despite the feelings inside that still lurk.

I looked deeply in the mirror,
as I tried to find myself.
Got lost in chameleon eyes,
with emotions on the shelf.

When darkness had set in the moon was full;
my soul was merely empty.
And as the stars danced across evening skies,
hope was nowhere with me.

The rain clouds finally passed, but the tears they fell again
How can you come and go, then call yourself my friend?

I can no longer take the distance
When we remain so close
Who knew that it could hurt this much?
To be dancing with your ghost

So I run from home, to a foreign land
Where I’ll meet with the earth
To sink my toes in the sand.
I’ll dare to find hope again
Forget what I had known
Find castles beside seashores
To build a new home

And maybe some day, I will return
With a fist full of gold and a lesson I’ve learned

Although pockets of treasure
Can’t amount to this love
The haunting of ghost
were not sent from above.

So while I’m away
Upon my request
If nothing more
dream nothing less.
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Bridgette Jester Feb 2014
Dear Boy I yet not know,
I am eager to earn your heart.
I look into your eyes
And I see your fears.
But hidden deep inside,
somewhere in the back corner of your heart,
you plead to escape the prison you have built yourself.
As I stair into your soul, the walls you are embodied by
show me how timid you are.
Scared that I may tear down, something that took so long to build.
But I revel not in angst, rather geniality.
They say fear is the heart of hate.
I see only hope for all things to come.
With you, me, and the questionable world that surrounds all of us in different ways,
there is a light at the end of this road we travel.
And though I fear your fears,
this hope is enough for me.
Because I know that with hope, all is possible.
And that anything that can be torn down, may be built back up.
Hope is the light I see hidden past your eyes.
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Bridgette Jester Feb 2014
I cant look back now
the time has passed
but i know we've still got something special
we pretend we dont care
and we go our seperate ways
but four letters always bring me back to you

for the way you look at me
I know that this is real
and as much as I try to turn my back on you
I cant hide how I feel

These days they have grown so cold
even though many seasons now have passed
and although we walk our separate ways
again we will meet the same path

for the way you look at me
I know that this is real
and as much as I try to turn my back on you
I cant hide how I feel

Now the time has come for me to shine
plenty knocking at my door
but I turn around and walk away
as I question what it's for

for the way you look at me
I know that this is real
and as much as I try to turn my back on you
I cant hide how I feel

So I hope you come to realize
this is the kind of word that just can't die
and you turn around and look at me
so were standing eye to eye
you kiss me softly on the lips
apologize for wasting time

and we dream again together
and we dream again together
one more night
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Bridgette Jester Feb 2014
It happened when you knocked me off my feet
We can talk for hours about nothing and everything
As the morning sun rises we go to sleep
Fall into each other’s arms, lay a while, then dream


Something about you feels right
Won’t you come over tonight?
We don’t have to talk at all
Under your spell I fall


It happened when you reached out your hand
In that moment we took a chance on something new
And as the sun went down it melted into the ocean
My mind helplessly wandered to questions of devotion

Something about you feels right
Won’t you come over tonight?
We don’t have to talk at all
Under your spell I fall

Words pack no punch next to the explosion of two hearts
Your plane may be leaving, and we may soon part
But I’ll follow you across the land
And find you where the tide meets the sand
posting a lot of old stuff...
Bridgette Jester Feb 2014
My minds made up of static
I think you wired me wrong
Programmed to misconceive
And it’s now been far too long

Misdirection
my profession
words dance on the lips of lovers
your hips, my finger tips
keeping it under covers

To some degree
we’re low key
But I’m seeing it in black and white
For the first time tonight

Starry eyes and lullabies
Lost in electricity
And it’s hard to breathe when
You sparked a fire inside of me

Disappeared in the darkness
And I am tangled in your wires
Lost with no escape
To save me from this fire

Please come back
Whoa Whoa
Please come back
Whoa whoa
This fire burns for you
This fire burns for you
And without you I’m just static
And without you I’m just static
this is a song I wrote years back...feel free to comment
Bridgette Jester Feb 2014
Late February rain pours out it's heart to me.
"Come dance," it screams; so loud and steadily.
I burn to let off steam, but I am locked inside this box.
Stuck with my 9 to 5 routine, of kicking jagged rocks.

Apocolyptic nightmares stir my soul, even while awake.
When the sky comes crashing downward fast,
what will I have done for the human race?

I begin to learn the meaning of complaicent.
And the taste is bitter with despare.
I hope one day the words expunged,
or breaks beyond repair.

America the Beautiful,
America the "Free",
What is this lie you've bottled up and sold?
Can you put a price tag on our dreams?
And  is it worth its' weight in gold?

I guess I am just a day late,
or one too many dollars short.
So I'll keep climbing, up and up.
To pay off, all that you extort.

I'm sure it has been said before
and there is no doubt that some have won.
You hear the same bland story;
tried and true...
While staring down the barrell of a gun.

So wax on, wax off
I'm certain that it's growing old.
Cause no matter which you polish it,
Our hearts will never fold.
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