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  May 2015 Jacqueline
Chris
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She collected sea shells
I collected sand
She searched for the perfect one
I reached down my hand

I carried a bucket
A basket she did whirl
Mine was filled with tiny grains
Hers with mother of pearl

She came out each morning
Me, just late at night
She adored the sunrise
I loved the moon light

Then one day it happened
My alarm clock didn’t ring
I woke to a rising sun
It was the weirdest thing

I ran down to the shoreline
My bucket in my hand
It’s then I saw her gorgeous face
While I collected sand

I found a perfect seashell
And watched her eyes grow wide
She held out her basket
I placed the shell inside

Then she reached down before me
And gathered in her hand
I held out my bucket
She filled it up with sand

And now each day and evening
We walk along the shore
She told me that she loves me
And her I do adore

So if you see us out there
Strolling hand in hand
Know...she’s collecting sea shells
And I’m collecting sand
Just for fun........
Jacqueline May 2015
She jovially jumped at the jester's jokes.
He scornfully scowled at her silly spirit.

Two people perpetually poised and primped.
Yet, so unlike, unique, and uncannily uncomfortable with one another.

The girl gleefully grinning at the grimace she glued on George's face.
George stomped away staring with stone-cold stature.

Young hearts unaware of their fate. Unaware that one day they would love.

Fiercely, furociously, finally falling.
Loving, lending, learning.

Together.
Jacqueline May 2015
I hear your words but I don't feel your speak.
I look at your face but I can't see your eyes.

Our phone lines growing longer.
The day's fusing with nights.

When you return I won't be here.
Not with you.

I don't hear anything.
I no longer look at you.

My days are my own
and you
are no part of them.
Jacqueline May 2015
when my fingers brush your skin
my heart explodes
stars roaming my soul

my cracked happiness fused together
with your golden melodies

breathe life and hope into me
give me your hands
so that I may feel my world changing colors

my sweet, dearest, Tanner
never leave me
Jacqueline Apr 2015
you won't understand the way my veins shake
I can try, but it never ends

you won't understand why I can't trust my mother
listen, but my words won't flow

they won't understand the way my mind separates from my soul
because don't you realize?

I don't understand it either
  Apr 2015 Jacqueline
Julie Butler
hour after hour
like rust on top of rust
I've confused lust halves
for must haves
& taught myself to ******
until I learned to trust myself
far more than any soul
it's just, I fell in love with me
and so
I'm good to let you go
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