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Jodey Ross Sep 2014
I sit here and stare at the blank wall in the dark,
as my mind whirls with imagination.
I see shadows,
tricks of the mind,
people in the darkness.
I know they're not real,
but I feel as if I could touch them,
reach out and feel them brush against my fingers.
Sometimes I wonder what would happen if I tried.
Would I really feel someone there,
or would my fingers glide through the empty air to nothing?
Jodey Ross Sep 2014
Looking at your beautiful face,
I never knew I could fall so hard.
Never knew I could possibly love someone so much.
My love for you burns brighter than all of the stars combined.
My love for you will never end.
Even if you stop loving me, I shall not.
I will go to the end of the universe for you and always will.
Forever and always, my love.
I dedicate this poem to my amazing fiancé. I love you, Stephanie. Forever and always. :*
  Sep 2014 Jodey Ross
Emily Mielke
If only you could see you, really see you.
If only you could step outside yourself and witness the person you truly are.
You would see the color in you.
The child in you.
The man in you.
The artist in you.
The musician in you.
The passion in you.
The leader in you.
The sincerity in you.
You would see the lover in you.
The awe in you.
The beauty in you.
The smarts in you.
The care in you.
The spirt in you.
If you could see you,
If you could see you, how I see you,
You would know how the spark of you touch feels with every embrace.
If you could see you,
How I see you,
You would discover a whole new version of fairytale
That begun with “Once Upon an April 19th”,
If you could see you,
How I see you,
You would know how when our eyes meet, I fall right back in love
Like it’s the first time.
If you could see you
You would see the snow in you
And the warmth you

You

You, in all of you
If you could see you,
Really see you
You would see how I see you
You would adore you
The true you
The true you I know
The true you I truly love
Jodey Ross Sep 2014
I miss it...

I miss the feeling of it.

The blade sliding across my skin.

Seeing the red against my pale skin.

The release I get from it.

I miss it more than anything.

Please give me strength to not.
Jodey Ross Sep 2014
People don't understand how hard it is.

Although I try to explain.

I just can't seem to reach them.

Nothing left but pain.
Jodey Ross Sep 2014
Fading away.
My soul leaves.
Making me an empty shell of my former self.
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