jamie-willhite

[jamie-willhite]

[jamie-willhite]

you might have lost sight of it at the moment, but the good in you has never died

[jamie-willhite]

phases

some go throught many

lasting forever

or just a week

obsession

or flavor of the week forever changing

but becoming me

past lives

last lives

lost lives

create the phases of me

old habits die hard

but it still makes a beat

in the back of my head

like a constent beat

old me

healing inside

proud of me

came a long way

in this journey of me

[jamie-willhite]

butterflies

to my core

look into your eyes

having me wanting more

everything about you

i adore

happy ever after

my ever more

basking in your skin

begging for more

hooked.line.sinker

forever yours

[jamie-willhite]

my soul longs for yours

skin to skin

quiet words

puts me in

another world

feels so devine

blessing

and a curse

love you so much

it almost hurts

one day at a time

but forever yours

[jamie-willhite]

been walking through fire

since the dawn of days

been fighting demons

every step of the way

times are changing this much is true

there is a light at the end of the tunnel I see it shining through

through all the light and the madness

i see you too

knight in' shining armor

God gave me you

hand in hand

new journey i'm walking through

I got the best thing

walking beside me

and that happens to be you

[jamie-willhite]

for the first time

my heads right

for the first time my minds right

going down the right path

steering right

looking bright

wish i may

wish i might

just be the girl im supposed to be

living right

took 28 years

to get it right

to want to

to need to

to seeing all that i can do

stopped dumbing myself down

for me

for you

this new girl

doing what im supposed to do

better me

for a better you

[jamie-willhite]

better me

for a perfect you

bad times

but i made it through

a new sense of life

a new me

just for you

bad choices

led me to a new life

second chance

to get it right

new times

new life

this time around

ill get it right

all in

for me

and for them

see it on my face

im here to win

[jamie-willhite]

in my chaos i find bliss

in my chaos i found this

perfectness

perfect wish

new life

all new this

building myself

in the mist of this

bettering me

for betterness

hardtimes

brought out this

new chapter

im digging this

clear head

clearness

bad times

but made my perfect wish

not wasting this

[jamie-willhite]

Dust

When I sat today to write, I had to blow away the dust, brush aside the cobwebs. The pen in my hand was a stranger. Was this really a place I once knew

so intimately? It didn’t take long to remember why I had let the dust settle, why spiders took residence in my empty spaces.

Too soon the ink took the shape of you.

[jamie-willhite]

I had an option between heaven and hell but I chose you.

[jamie-willhite]

she hides her heart in her poems

ever vanishing further into her wraith of a soul she only deals in lengthening shadows is only intimate with her afflictions you know she used to touch the rainbow  would talk to the moon for hours and hours but her eyes now : a lost paradise and when she speaks she speaks like falling leaves wedded to the frozenness of winter drinking only the wine of forsaken songs she smiles but like a scar and often weeps at night trembling with an ancient longing a tender flower in a storm of broken love she is made of a thousand rejected stars wandering like a long lost verse and then returning to her dreams again where she tries to unlearn the world  in her dreams where he truly loves her only to wake up, to wake up again as always so many endings she carries in her heart that she can hardly imagine a new beginning

and so like others before her she hides her heart in her poems where no one can ever find it

[jamie-willhite]

“And love did enchant me with the instrument of your eyes.”

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[jamie-willhite]

cupid shoots to kill, written by me.

[jamie-willhite]

sorrow is the candle

in whose light

she writes her poems

[jamie-willhite]

there are evenings

where callous nostalgia

so entirely oppresses my heart

that my only revenge

is to turn the pain into poetry

[jamie-willhite]

“How is every flower not you? How is every flower…not…you?”

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