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Jonnelle Jackson Dec 2015
Lost,
In the ideology of her past,
Listening to the stories of who she used to be,
Wondering if everything she went through was meant for her,
Her struggle from within,
Thinking is the path she leads is meant for us to be,
But living that way takes away from her presence.
Lost
In the idea of the present,
Her soul matches mine,
The pureness of her heart is too much and cuts through the vine,
The thorned vines of my heart,
Thinking about if my past could hurts her presence,
Our present,
But each day she smiles and I ask God why I deserve someone,
As beautiful on the inside as well as the out,
Her love is like a cloud standing over me,
Protecting from the blinding sun,
And her presence and our present,
Day in,
Night in,
Day out,
Night out,
Assures me that now is only the beginning of a future.
Lost
In the thought of becoming one for eternity,
Her forever loving me,
And something growing inside of me,
Infatuation with my creation because it's ours forever,
Til death and after,
And though it might end,
Another chapter,
One only He can give us,
Pray the original becomes a sequel,
The sequel a trilogy,
And the books become best sellers,
Because even if in the next life we can't find our way to each other,
Our love will always be a reminder,
That it's okay to be,
Lost.
Jonnelle Jackson Dec 2015
In the head of a beautiful eclectic creature,
Tainted thoughts and black spots,
Disconnected synapses and brain damage.

Honey dew on my fingertips,
Mystical shores of her mind,
Twisted vines with thornes and puddles of water sinking me into her wonders.

Eternal life,
Wandering eyes,
Excusing my hands because they just wanna touch,
They just wanna feel.
Living on the edge of her cliff waiting to jump into the warm liquid that is her.

Tasting like water in its purest form,
It's contagious,
She's contagious to me.
I'm sick but her poison is the only cure,
The only elixir that will make me feel sober when I'm lifted,
Touching the sky that's in her eyes,
Don't mind me I'm high.

White,
Green,
Pink,
Blue,
Smoke and music that's nothing new.
My addictive behavior has me enticed,
My sense are heightened,
I'm elated,
I'm faded,
Fading in and out of reality.

She,
Won't let me be but I can't leave her alone,
Her presence is my home.
That scent is refreshing,
Like freshly cut grass,
Beautiful as stained glass,
It's immaculate to me.

When I was introduced to her,
She changed who I am,
Took over my life,
She's my wife,
I put her first even when she's wrong and I'm right.

She takes my money and my time,
Ages better than wine.
Purity in its most innocent form,
Safety and comfort in her arms.
Now without further ado,
Let me introduce you to,
My everything,
My main thang,
Mary Jane.
Jonnelle Jackson Apr 2016
Ride on this wave with me,
Inevitably passionate,
Wash your tides onto my shores and make me melt.

We made love on hot coals,
As we burn,
Please my soul,
Grasp the winds of my spirit with your fingertips.

******* desperation on your lips,
With each kiss,
Pull me into the shadows,
Lead my body to righteousness.

I want you,
Mind, body, spirit,
You make so much sense to me
Yet I'm still confused and left in astonishment.

Caress my skin,
Understand my story,
Once I awaken you,
You'll never sleep again.

My body a temple,
Sanctification,
It's a safe place for you,
My fountain is youthful,
But take heed,
Greed is a deadly sin.

I promise you'll fall completely,
The oceans of my world have not been yet discovered,
Many have tried and drowned along the way.

My lips whisper sensual words,
Making love to whistling winds,
*** turns into ecstasy,
Each touch,
A vibrating,
Pulsating,
Pleasure.

Thereafter,
Your blanket of security validates my desires,
A safe house,
My protector,
The taker of my virginity,
I find solace in this freedom of our unity.
Jonnelle Jackson Jan 2016
What's that?
No the dark hole by your heart,
That void you're so desperate to fill with something,
Someone,
Baby girl feels like something's missing,
And it is,
Not money,
Not men,
And she knows this but chooses to use men to get to the money.
Who hurt you?
So bad that now you're hurting you.
Might feel good in those seconds, minutes, hours,
But when it's over what's left,
The dark hole by your heart,
The void that you're so desperate to fill with something,
A sniff, a sip, a puff,
Euphoric rush,
Druggy love,
Using men to get to the money to get to the drugs,
And when you come down what's left?
The dark hole by your heart,
The void that you're so desperate to fill with something,
Baby girl find your way to the light,
Please for me because I am you,
You are me,
We,
Need to find something to fill the dark hole by OUR heart,
The void that WE are so desperate to fill with something,
But this is not the way,
Find peace,
Find love,
Find God,
If we find peace in our love with God,
The dark hole by our heart will never again be the void that we are so desperate to fill.

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