Biography of Matt Reyes
my name is matt and i have awesome hair.
Matt Reyes Poems
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.
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,
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.
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.
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.
My Beautiful Green Eyed Dove
I never seem to find the words the devil ties my tongue, Then I find the perfect words the moment you are gone. Your beautiful smile that does beam,
I've been walking this road for quite some time, My soul's no longer infested with slime. I'm shuffling along at a slow pace, For I am the only one in this rat race.
I walk along this sorrowful street, Constantly staring down at my feet, I look up and give a yell, Where am I?
I've been walking this road for quite some time,
My soul's no longer infested with slime.
I'm shuffling along at a slow pace,
For I am the only one in this rat race.
And now from what I can tell,
This place is no longer my personal hell.
And my smile creeps up once more,
And my tears no longer fall to the floor.
It ain't so bad after all,