Mark Heathcote Poems

I confess I loved him more than I loved myself
Never wanted to be left on the shelf
Never -wanted to be second best
Never -wanted to cry alone.
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I sense the weather could always be better
But I wouldn't change a single moment
But I wouldn't run any place to find shelter
I want to look into your grey eyes
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If I leave you in the night
screaming but still believing
then we have something left
to salvage to dredge back into life
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Please don't go far
because imminent danger lies ahead
no matter where you are
detonation and destruction
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The sky was dark and monochrome
When the blacksmith's labour was brought home
By his widow on a hired horse gig
Seated like a broken hazel twig
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How many chest compressions,
How many chest compressions
Will it take to awaken me again?
Death is a flower pressing I've longed for.
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I have no place in your heart
Like a bullseye without a dart
The distance now is insurmountable
Yet, still, I don't hold myself accountable
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Oh, I wished my life was half as long
As I've lived and drown in a pint of beer.
But that was until I met you, darling, dear
That stirred me right from wrong.
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Love is like holding a live cable
And burning your fingertips, hoping?
The breaker switch does not falsely trip.
It is not easy with the lights on or off.
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The recklessly brave
they won't be enslaved
they risk their lives
day after day,
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