Christopher Thomas Poems

Born only to fight
bred only to die,
I am in the arena
still wondering why?
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I didn’t know there was a place
where hearts go to when they die,
I didn’t know that being a man
meant you are not supposed to cry.
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I steal kisses while you are sleeping
give you a little hug and stroke your head,
I whisper some words like, I love you son
then leave you snuggled up in your bed.
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Today would have been your birthday
So young and beautiful at twenty eight,
All your family sent cards and flowers
They won’t arrive, but they’ll never be late.
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As I slid my warm hands
Up her long, slender thighs,
I loved the feel of her fishnets
That’s what first caught my eye.
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I wish I was a butterfly
so I could simply flutter by,
fluttering above the flower heads
or surfing a warm breeze, so high.
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I was born into a world of darkness
my eyes had been left behind,
so afraid, alone and bewildered
until the touch of a hand, so kind.
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