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Jolene Heather Aug 2014
Confusion
I guess if I'm not sure
I should walk away

Love
I am not yet ready for you
Divided is my heart

Desire
Your whispers are warm in my ears
Your knife in my back

Hope
Your something I never want to lose
But your a slippery one

Bitterness
Stay far away from me
Hope... Hope.. Hope
Jolene Heather Jul 2014
It was like his hands tickling her were two children playing in the woods, squealing and full of laughter. All around her body the hands played. Until One reached the breast and the Other the hip. There these two children paused in an instant of Steven Spielberg movie magic. You know, those ones where the characters are stopped in their tracks, jaws wide open, and then the camera pans up and out and your eyes are feasting on something beyond your wildest dreams? And the world is filled with awe and wonder? But a brief moment it was and swiftly the hands lost their innocence and transformed into experienced and passionate lovers. Her then squeals of laughter halted into a gasp that be and rumbling moans of pleasure. And that is what she loved about him...them. These swirling moments of childhood and adult experience. They kept her both young and wise.
Jolene Heather Jun 2014
She had no desire to be a kept woman in a Tahoe with two point five kids
Give her a car that runs, a man to sing to her, and the open road

She doesn't want a house in the burbs and a gang of desperate housewives
She's rather live in a van or a tent and carry on with a man that can hunt

She doesn't want a wedding day and a white picket fence
Let her run in the wild and make love under the stars

*"Wild man
Where is my wild man
Lets stand at the edge of the world
and conquer it together."
Jolene Heather Jun 2014
Come with me
As we walk these streets
Of a city not so fair

I'll tell you a tale
Of a vagabond
Though I shouldn't dare

Magic was his gaze
But a warning
Remember deceiving he be

Love in those baby blues
Is what a certain maid
Of innocent heart would see

Whirls and twhirls
And rhythms of gold
His gypsy song weaved to her heart

And there was born
A romance be sure
Sealed with his scorpion dart

Oh how he stirred
This young maid's soul
And her naive heart gave in

But she was not
Without charms of her own
And in his wandering heart love began

He saw the maid
For what she was
A trap for his gypsy soul

So in haste departed he
Taking his tinkling songs
Leaving on fair maids heart his toll

So fair maids beware
Of this vagabond
An his gypsy stare
Critiques welcomed
Jolene Heather Jun 2014
You chose the wrong girl
Even I can see I am perfect for you
I would have taken all your darkness
And swallowed it whole
If you needed a fight
I would have given it to you
And baby we both know
I am a pro at making you feel like a man
I could have stood in a room with your crazy
And we would shake hands
**** that
We would have torn each others clothes off
And ****** like animals
Like a mad symphony
In its chaotic way
It would have worked
You stupid man
Jolene Heather Jun 2014
Wild man
Where is my wild man
Lets stand at the end of the world
And conquer it together
Jolene Heather May 2014
I haven't been able to sleep at night
and you say it must be nightmares
but who needs monsters in dreams
when im sleeping next to you.
Used to be I could fill those scary hours
with dreams of ecstasy
but now that high is dry
and is leaving only despairing
nights of twisting and turning
and arms of empty air
a numbness slowly creeps
its vines climbing down my throat
wrapping a death grip on my soul
making a prison of fear
and starving all my dreams
which were offered up as a sacrifice
to live with the nightmare of you.
Get me out of this bed
and give me strength to run.
Break these chains
and shake these cobwebs
put a heat in my blood
to revive my cold heart.
and a fire in the lungs
to burn away the fog
and to release the scream
to wake me up.
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