Mattew Tinsley Poems

Twas the night before Christmas
And all through the house
Not a creature was stirring
Not even the mouse.
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Belittlement is a hobby
Pain is my drug
Sorrow is my attitude
Hope is my unreachable dream
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The sun is out
And birds sing
Their song
Tweet and whistle
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I find my way by the scent of my soul
And find myself
Right Here.
I know not where I
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I've had many loves
But none quite like this
His face is so straight
But his thoughts and
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If ever there was a
Love in this
Heart
It has now shown
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Filled with life
I despise your
Soul.
Why can only you
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As we take it
Day by day
We find comfort.
I still feel
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