Quotes by : Jessica Kristie

Steep fall to the groundshatteringlike clay pigeons missed by bad shotsand unsteady hands.

You are the poemthat sticks in my throatteaching me to whisperwith the voice of my heart.

Careful.The fall is quick,steep,and permanent.

I build boxesand place them at your feet,to measure the distance between dreams and reality.

Through windows,in wishing wells,whispering in the wind...that's where I find you.

I balance you on the end of my pen.Teetering between loveand letting go.

Birthing hope from the madnessthat perches on the fenceof our once perfectdreams.

Broken.As I search for hope,In the same eyesI lost it.

I've never seen beauty so devastatingas in the linesthat trace our hopeand fall from the stars.

I need to work on me.The mewithout you.