Last I Heard of Her

I bought a house,
I lost a friend

but only one of those is news.

I could go out,
and play pretend

only I wouldn’t be amused.

I could waste my time,
and just go to be with you

but I refuse, I refuse, I refuse.

“She’s the daring type,”
Oh, they’ll never say of me

If they saw me now,
would they avoid me on the street?

I’d rather not find out.
I’d rather stay inside and sleep.

Oh, How ’bout you? How ’bout you? How ’bout you?

When you look at me,
I can tell it’s so easy

But considering, makes me question everything.

I try to try, really!
but it’s all that I can do

to be blue, to be blue, to be blue.

Would you stay here with me?
I don’t mean to keep asking

But it’s cool inside,
and I don’t think I can leave

You can leave me behind.
I promise I won’t feel a thing,

just as long as you’re happy and free.

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About Jessica Lee

Jessica is a twenty-something poet who performs most of her work on stage in Spoken Word. She has found writing therapeutic since she was child, and has pursued it ceaselessly. She enjoys writing even the most fleeting thoughts and dreams as SensicalRavings. Between long retail shifts, she enjoys writing observational pieces (always with a slant) of locally relevant subjects as ALLGainesville. If you appreciate inspiring, coming-of-age suppositions, become a follower. Though it's not always roses, it's raw!

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