Stephen Holcombe Poems

My love bird has been set free,
flying far away and may not remember me,
I look up and I look around,
wondering who my love bird has found.
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My puzzle of Unknown is missing a few pieces,
what they are,
I do not know
or when I shall find them,
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I closed that door a long time ago,
but thoughts of how things use to be are still there,
I don't know if they will ever go away,
just put in a little box,
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If you say I love you,
and you mean I do,
then why do I stand here
crying over you.
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I've seen roses come,
and I've seen roses go,
but I've never seen a rose
like the one I know.
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My needs are small,
my wants are few,
all I want is someone who.
Can make me laugh when I want to cry,
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She appears at my darkest moment,
but here we understand our love and pleasures,
nothing stands in our way,
as our love soars,
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If you were blind,
and could not see,
you could love the real me,
fat or small,
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I've seen it plenty of times,
cold dark nights of bitter thoughts
of what really happened,
it seems I can't trust another,
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She's in my mind everyday,
but I think she hardly knows me in anyway,
she awakes me in the middle of the night,
nowhere to be found,
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