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To Say, or Not?
By: Marie Allen
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Author's Notes: A poem from Jessie's POV.
Disclaimers: Usual disclaimers apply.
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The sky was dark,
The night was young.
Stars smiled above,
While small birdies sung.
She looked up above,
At the small birds who slept,
Yearning to be out and free;
She was sick of her silent wept.
She whipped away invisible tears,
And forced a phony smile.
She hated always taking orders,
It just wasn't her style.
A sudden though came to her,
When she spied her love.
Perhaps they could flee from this,
Like the soft flap of a dove.
She would tell him soon,
Of her hidden emotions,
And tell him good and true,
That he would always be her devotion.
Her smile was sweet,
Her eyes were a-twinkle.
Until she realized her dreams were false,
And they were not but a sprinkle,
Of hope in Pandora's box.
She sighed and threw in a rock,
And watched the water ripple.
She realized that, to her surprise,
It was she, but triple.
Always on the go,
And never on a break,
She never knew how to love,
And hence her constant ache.
She would not tell him, as he sat down,
Or at least not quite now.
For in fear did she believe,
That he might howl.
Instead, she'd wait,
For that one great day,
When her courage would grow,
In any which way.
For now she treasured
The friendship they shared.
And go on with life,
And always be prepared
For the dangers that might have their blocks.
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To Say, or Not?
By: Marie Allen
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Author's Notes: A poem from Jessie's POV.
Disclaimers: Usual disclaimers apply.
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The sky was dark,
The night was young.
Stars smiled above,
While small birdies sung.
She looked up above,
At the small birds who slept,
Yearning to be out and free;
She was sick of her silent wept.
She whipped away invisible tears,
And forced a phony smile.
She hated always taking orders,
It just wasn't her style.
A sudden though came to her,
When she spied her love.
Perhaps they could flee from this,
Like the soft flap of a dove.
She would tell him soon,
Of her hidden emotions,
And tell him good and true,
That he would always be her devotion.
Her smile was sweet,
Her eyes were a-twinkle.
Until she realized her dreams were false,
And they were not but a sprinkle,
Of hope in Pandora's box.
She sighed and threw in a rock,
And watched the water ripple.
She realized that, to her surprise,
It was she, but triple.
Always on the go,
And never on a break,
She never knew how to love,
And hence her constant ache.
She would not tell him, as he sat down,
Or at least not quite now.
For in fear did she believe,
That he might howl.
Instead, she'd wait,
For that one great day,
When her courage would grow,
In any which way.
For now she treasured
The friendship they shared.
And go on with life,
And always be prepared
For the dangers that might have their blocks.
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