Justin Mata Poems

You're like an artist with the way you paint me up to be the criminal
I'll be your mistake but not your masterpiece
I watch closely as you depict my character through your paintbrush
Then stare at the canvas as it transforms into a mirror
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Sinking slowly on a boat filled with holes
The water creeps in with a terrifying chill
It submerges my feet and climbs past my ankles
Letting me know it will soon invade my lungs
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I loved you once, or so I thought
But now it seems that I forgot
Just what love means and how love feels
Or what it is that makes love real
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Anxiously willing to present your heart as an award
To the first person willing to accept it
You give it away to the least likely candidate
And the moment it leaves your hands
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There's few things that make a heart beat go faster
But your presence can make a heart beat just stop
Your smile can turn the worst day upside down
Just the brush of your hand makes the room spin around
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He stays up all night to try and catch her in the act
And he knows she'll be sneaking through that door any minute
There she stands with no excuse and no escape
Her blood red hands are giving her away
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Forgive me for my flaws out number my features
I've lost count of the times I've said 'it will be different this time'
A truth laced with lies spoken ever so insincerely
For sincerity is not without consequence of action
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I'd be careful if I were you
You walk a more dangerous line than you know
Surrounded by cliffs that scream out your name
Where darkness awaits your fatal mistake
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Her words carry over the silence of the freezing midnight air
And when they reach my ears I can hardly wait to hear them
Soft and soothing her voice brings an intoxicating joy
More incredible and more amazing then anything I’ve ever known
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