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Hey guys :) As you know, my name's Jessica, and I created this blog to share my spur-of-the-moment poems. I'll hopefully be able to post at least two each week, and there will be a poll to pick what the subject of one of the poems will be. Hope you enjoy them! :D
                                                                                              -<3 Jess Stallings

The Color of Innocence

Innocence is the color of white, 
      of a perfect seashell lying in wait, 
          for a curious hand, 
               an anxious mind. 
Innocence is the color of pink, 
      of the rosiness of a babe's cheeks, 
         of the underside of a sunset, 
             slowly dissapearing behind rolling hills of green. 
Innocence is the color of blue, 
      of a perfect fall day, 
         with leaves falling around you, 
              like shed dreams. 
Innocence is the color of a first kiss, 
      when the lips touch anothers, 
              when the slowly blooming rose of love, 
                     blooms in your heart. 
   Its the color of a perfect shell, 
        of a babe's cheeks, and a dissapearing sunset. 
   Of the perfect fall day, spent with the one you love, 
        of a first kiss. 
It's the color, 
             the color of innocence. 
                                                                                          -<3 Jess Stallings

Love Jam

It fills you like sweet homemade jam, 
    it spills butterflies and bubbles into your stomach, 
        gurgling up your throat, 
                        making you want to sing with joy. 
It tugs you like gravity to the other person, 
     pulling the strings at the corners of your mouth, 
                  up to the sun above. 
You ache when you're apart, 
        like they lock away a piece of your heart, 
               keeping it for you in their pocket. 
Like you're two halves of a whole, 
         you yearn to be together all of the time. 
The way he looks at you makes the world spin, 
       makes your heart sing and threaten to fly out of your throat, 
                   and float upward, 
                          towards the sky, 
                                         and to worlds above that will never, 
                                                understand a love so great.  
                                                                                               -<3 Jess Stallings

The Lark's Song

The quiet lark yearns for the thought, 
              of "could have been."
Gone are her days of constant love, 
              devotion, 
                       care. 
Her tears form the pearls on the strand, 
that hangs 'round Aphrodite's neck. 
Her song cries out for her lost love, 
      for the comfort he delivered, 
               for the protection of his love. 
So she swoops low over the ground, 
      proclaiming to all who will listen, 
                how she once gave away her heart, 
                        and now her lover has it captured in his pocket, 
                                                never to return. 

                                                                                           -<3 Jess Stallings