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Matt Reyes Poems
I walk along this sorrowful street, Constantly staring down at my feet, I look up and give a yell, Where am I?
If I had you I would hold you like a bass, And stare down into your smiling face. A girl like you is quite rare, You're perfect from your toes up to your hair.
A Hidden Message With A Kiss
You are on my mind all the time Oh, your beauty makes it easy to rhyme Unless, of course I feel no need to.
A Hidden Message
I Remember the first moment i saw your face, Losing my breath, heart changing pace, Opening my eyes to a girl,
Explosion coupled with Self-Destruction
Some say that ignorance is bliss, But it has caused me to miss The greatest thing to happen to me, The greatest thing that I could see.
Not Just For Your Looks
You say you're only loved for your looks, Instead of your knowledge from books, But there are some, you know it's true, That because of your mind, they love you.
This Dream So Sweet
Last night I had this wonderful dream, In my eyes it left a gleam. For this dream was about you, Oh I hope this dream comes true.
I Will Only Belong To You
Everything happens for a reason, Summer, Winter, every other season. Things that no one can explain, Things that bring us joy. or pain.
Every Creature Dies Alone
Don't get attached to anything, For in the end it'll go away, Things that make you cry or sing, Nothing good or bad will stay.
A Hidden Message With A Question
What is love, my dove, my dear? I wish to make my answer clear. Love can mend one's tortured life. Love can break one's fragile heart.
For My Heart Belongs To You
A knife in my heart everyday, For we are so close yet so far away. I haven't seen your beautiful smile, Or your green eyes in quite a while.
If you are feeling blue I shall be there to console you, For both big and small things, I will fix your broken wings.
The wind blows silently through your hair, I would rather have you more than air. You walk by and flower's bloom, The sight of you makes my heart go boom.
I want to be her pride and joy, I want to be her love. I want to be that single boy, The one she's thinking of.
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I walk along this sorrowful street,
Constantly staring down at my feet,
I look up and give a yell,
Where am I?
This must be hell.
There is no one here that I can see,
I'm by myself, how can this be?
I continue walking, what can I do?
There is no one here, not even you.
To look upon you're smiling face,
Would surely brighten up this place,
But in the end you're still not here,
And to my eyes that sends a tear.
And so I walk along this path,
There is no happiness, I cannot laugh,
At this point my heart is stone,