Mathew Sutter Poems

I play a game,
That holds my interest.
It's a game,
That many would think that I would never play.
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To be or not to be.
To some this is an idiotic question,
But to others,
It is a question that plaques their minds every day.
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You are complicated to figure out.
Just when I think I know what you will do next,
You change something and then,
I can't see what you will do next.
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In the beggining,
I used to think that I was unique and special,
And I let that get to my head.
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In all of the darkness,
There be,
A secret,
Hidden in the candlelight.
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Our memory is like a candlight,
It is neither candle nor light,
Just a watery substance,
That can fade away even faster,
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Like a gust of wind,
That blows on your face,
We too are the same.
Our life is like that wind,
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I woke up this morning,
And got ready for a new day.
I put on my cloths and fixed my hair.
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Silence all around me.
Not a breathe of air stirs,
Except for the air coming out of my mouth.
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Yes, it is a sad, sad thing,
When trust is broken,
And suspecions are raised.
I truly hate these moments,
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