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Jolan Lade Jun 2018
I am in love, but does she see me
She quickly became my world, she swirled my feelings
She is in my mind, my late night dreams
She is where my thoughts seem to stream
I cant control my heartbeat, something like her, soft and sweet
Can make my heart go wild
Can make my lungs stop the oxygen flow and prevent me from breathing
She wakes my faith and sparks my believing
And my heart breaks when I see her leaving
I cannot understand her
  Jun 2018 Jolan Lade
eileen
Feels like I'll love you forever
Jolan Lade Jun 2018
In here I can breathe freely
In my own little atmosphere
Away from the nasty smell of peoples opinions
In my little-confined space where I can enjoy the clean filtrated air
A world far away from the pollution that is exhaled through the people which opinions reach far into my mind in an attempt to control me
I can almost feel a slight touch of happiness
Clean lungs
Jolan Lade Jun 2018
The person who looks me in the eye, and can see past my lies
The person who is a true ally
A person in which presents all worries dies
The person who I owe a shoulder
A person I would fight with as a brother, and soldier
The person who is a real beholder
I can never let our friendship grow colder


I will miss my friend
But not before we are past the end.
True friends
Jolan Lade Jun 2018
That is where you walk
On the golden path paved
By frozen hearts like mine

This is where I walk
On the lonely and dark trails, which light is taken
By shining hearts like yours

That is your atmosphere
Filled with birdsong singing in joy and cheer
Birds that feed on fright felt by breached hearts like mine

This is my atmosphere
Polluted and dismantled
Abandoned by hope lead away by believing hearts like yours

We are as divided
I in this dim world with thunder and agony
You in that gleaming world full of happiness and liberality

Inbetween us a dash
I cannot reach your world
And in a flash, it is gone
Now nothing but grumpy monsters and dark rooms
My memory is captured by you, and my eyes caught by the moon
The memory
Jolan Lade May 2018
Why would I listen?
To gain their recognition, follow their tradition?
I cant let them decide my mission, I am my own edition
Won't let them send me to prison
I see the risen of my ambition
I should use my cannon
And shoot a **** load of "Stay away" ammunition.
Won't let them take away my personality
Because that is my specialty
I am doing a "popetry"
Jolan Lade May 2018
She finds me, makes the beautiful show and see
Makes me believe god exists and love is a thing
She is my queen and I want to be her king
I feel the flowers and butterflies within
Just the thought of her makes me warm like sunshine on my skin
I miss her, time is hard to befriend
Till I see her again
Cannot breathe, my chest is swelling, from "I love you" yelling
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