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Staring at the end of the hallway
The stained glass windowed is etched into my mind, woah.
Just another place to remind me
What we had is gone, long gone.
This was the house that got us through those moments
of insecurity and self hate.
You told me you would always love me, no matter what.
I realize now you didn't mean it, you didn't mean it at all.
You told me you loved me, what a lie.
You were the one. Mr. Right. Mr. Wrong.
Our relationship took a wrong turn, but I could get it back on track.
I always could.
Except this time. It was all too much.
Staring at the end of the hallway,
and that stained glass window that was etched into my mind is there no more.
Beside the fragmented pieces lays a stone.
The stone that shattered that window, and my heart along with it.
I loved you. I really did. I was ready to marry you.
You had other plans. That didn't involve me.
Now that stained glass window is gone.
I'm gone.
Copyright © Jeanette Smyth | Year Posted 2014
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**In memory of Jocelyn Elizabeth Smyth RIP 3/27/10 You will always be loved**
The one I had tea parties with.
The one I played games with.
The one I loved unconditionally.
Jocelyn.
She was the best sister ever.
She was the smartest sister ever.
She was the prettiest sister ever.
Jocelyn.
I don't know why she took her life.
I don't know why she isn't with us now.
I don't know why she did this to me.
Jocelyn.
I loved your personality.
I loved your sense of humor.
I loved your chats on the bed with me.
Jocelyn.
When I cry myself to sleep, I think of you.
When I garden in the summer, I think of you.
When I do a swan dive into the pool, I think of you.
Jocelyn.
You will always be loved by me.
You will always be loved by mom.
You will always be loved by dad.
Jocelyn.
Copyright © Jeanette Smyth | Year Posted 2010
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Heavens gates won't open up for me.
All the sin in my past life.
All the deceit I put my family through.
Heavens gates won't open up for me.
I tried to connect with my mother.
She pushed me off the the back burner.
We never really liked each other, it was a bad relationship.
I tried to connect with my mother.
I tried to talk to my dad.
But tools and work were all he thought about.
If a problem rose, he was out the door.
I tried to talk to my dad.
I tried to speak with my brother.
But his fiance took up most of his time.
I hope they have a beautiful wedding.
I tried to speak with my brother.
I loved my sister dearly.
She was the person I woke up everyone morning to talk to.
She was the problem solver, the angel of my life.
I loved my sister dearly.
But when I was home alone that night,
Everything changed. I couldn't control myself.
The doctor said it was depression,
I said it was life, my daily routine.
I found the pills in the cabinet,
and I just went buck wild.
I opened the safe, and there it was.
The most beautiful weapon of all, the gun.
I cried for a long time before I made my decision.
This is the last chance you have to make everything better, my muse told me.
But my head ignored my heart, and the gun was loaded.
I cried as I pulled the trigger.
Now my mom wishes she connected with me.
My dad wishes he talked to me.
My brother wishes he had spoke with me.
And my sister wishes she had gone with me.
Copyright © Jeanette Smyth | Year Posted 2010
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I remember the gun shot.
I remember my parents running to Jocelyn's room.
I remember seeing the blood running from her pretty face.
And I felt the tears streaming down mine.
How much pain can a heart takes before it gives out.
I am sure I am pretty close.
If I could just have one more day with her, that's all I will ever want in life.
Just to hold her in my arms, tell her it's okay, I love her.
Jocelyn, my heaven is where ever you are.
And since you aren't here on earth, I am in a living hell.
I don't know how we can get through the days without you here.
Without your laughter, your humor, your beautiful face.
But when that time comes for me to see you, I will be elated.
I hope you are doing okay there in heaven.
I hope you are thinking of us, because we are thinking of you everyday.
Jocelyn Smyth, you were the best sister ever, I love you.
Copyright © Jeanette Smyth | Year Posted 2010
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**I felt a little inspired by Thanksgiving, hope everyone has a good holiday!**
Turkey, ham, potatoes, yams.
Corn, turnips, green bean casserole.
Cranberry sauce.
Thanksgiving is a time of thanks.
Be with family and friends.
Go around the table full of food.
Say something you are thankful for.
I am thankful for my family.
I am thankful for a roof over my head.
I am thankful for a great feast.
I am thankful for a good job.
Now the table is cleared, and the desserts are set up.
Apple pie, pumpkin pie, cookies, cakes.
Ice cream, ambrosia, cupcakes, chocolate.
When your belly is full, unzip those pants.
Sit around the couch with family and friends.
Just being together is something miraculous.
Have a wonderful Thanksgiving everyone!
Copyright © Jeanette Smyth | Year Posted 2010
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Autumn leaves burn.
Winter snow melts.
Spring flowers wilt.
Summer's grass dies.
Time Goes By.
But when I'm not with you, I die inside.
You are the reason I stay alive.
Every breath I take is for you, and you alone.
If you suddenly vanished, that's it.
I would find a way to vanish with you.
My love for you in timeless.
Until the day this world ends, I am hopelessly devoted to you.
And when that day comes when you realize you love me too,
I will sit back and sigh with relief,
Because now my life can begin.
Me and you, you and me.
Forever and always.
Copyright © Jeanette Smyth | Year Posted 2010
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