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Jess Rose Oct 2013
Trapped in my mind, locked up and unaware of time.
Thoughts fill, negative space becomes occupied.
My lungs collapse under the pressure over my body.
Bubbles escape me and reflect the beauty of my savior.
I'm released and your presence presents me with a breath of fresh air
and the light from the knowledge that you truly care.
Jess Rose Oct 2013
I move across the dance floor, a magnetic attraction to the man on the opposite side of the room.
He pulls me, he pushes me, he moves me with his stare. I'm crushed by the weight of his glare,
Yet it feels so right; I'm forced to call his attention. Dare I ask him to dance?  
His answer is a tremendous weight lifted off my chest.  I breathe and sway along with him,
While his eyes never disconnect with mine.  The music fades away, I'm left with the thump of my heart,
He hears mine and I hear his.  Mine beats with a steady, ready note; His, like the future is unpredictable.
He intrigues me, I'm more than eager to know him from the inside out.
I take a step closer, he follows my lead. Next, it will be his turn to show me the way.  
Do I trust he won't lead me to a dark place?
His smile glows and lights our path, we travel towards ideas and laughs.
The sensation he shares with me takes a voyage through my body and carries on to his.
The temptation is mutual, but is the intention the same?
Until I find out, the spark stays a flame.
I wrote this almost exactly two years ago, in 2011.  Me and my soulmate had met the previous month, and I was already beginning to fall for him; it seemed so unreal at the time for it to be happening so quickly.  I fell in love with him almost immediately, but one can never be to cautious in the start.  To this day we are still going strong!  I'm happy and still madly in love.  It'll be out two years anniversary on October 16th :)
Jess Rose Oct 2013
The weak will follow
when they can't succeed.
Their thoughts are hollow,
so the strong will lead.
Decisions are made
and loyalty will break.
The truth will fade
and friends become fake.
This is one of the first poems I've ever written, and it was for an 11th grade English assignment comparing Julius Caesar and Brutus. I used this piece as my attention getter in the intro.  I feel as though it can be applied in some of the most complex and the simplest of situations.

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