Here's another from high school. I haven't had much time to write any new stuff so this will have to do for now.
Surrounded by stone.
I look up into your world and I feel alone.
My world is distant from your eyes.
Your celestial voice drifts down to my ears
and blesses them with heaven.
A world foreign to me.
A world filled with wealth and luster.
Your world.
My home is rubble
and my shoes are ragged.
The fire burns cold
and does no good.
At night as wicked winds freeze my being
I remember you.
A wealthy angel trapped in stone.
Poetry by Jessica Rexroat
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Written on 2006-09-05 at 22:35
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A Love of Class
To my princess in your tower,Surrounded by stone.
I look up into your world and I feel alone.
My world is distant from your eyes.
Your celestial voice drifts down to my ears
and blesses them with heaven.
A world foreign to me.
A world filled with wealth and luster.
Your world.
My home is rubble
and my shoes are ragged.
The fire burns cold
and does no good.
At night as wicked winds freeze my being
I remember you.
A wealthy angel trapped in stone.
Poetry by Jessica Rexroat
Read 552 times
Written on 2006-09-05 at 22:35
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