Mathew Lewis Poems

You and I are victims of love’s greatest tragedy
And its greatest truth:
That life moved on without us,
And time forgot us in our youth.
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So...
...Where to begin?
Or perhaps, more appropriately...
...Where to pick up this thread?
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Is it in you now?
All those long forgotten nights.
Is it in your heart?
In words you can’t describe.
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Outside something moves,
A ripple of energy spreads out.
Something begins...
...Or rather...
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Chase the black sunrise
In search of your alibi,
While this is not goodbye
It sure as hell, ain't hello.
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I burn…
Not for you,
And not for me…
For these –
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O what a dank day, miserable fruit,
Torn little porcupine stuck upon an ant hill,
We should feel sorry for you no doubt?
But what a funny sight you are.
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I have felt so deep before,
With heavy clouded visions,
That all my pain no longer
Can endure, the thought of you.
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Five people at a club,
One a compulsive drinker.
Sitting at the bar twenty four seven,
Never moving form the seat,
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What is a poem?
Is it a classic piece of literature,
Or a timeless piece of art?
Should we marvel in its reverence,
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