Matthew Holloway Poems

Hark, hark I hear it
Let me take your hand
And dance, dance, dance
As a foolish man may ever be
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The town is quiet, empty
Street lights cast shadows
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As a writer and a reader
Of a craft I claim as an art
I ask a question, the question
Many of my like have asked before
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Perhaps you don't realise
Or I fail to make it clear
But There is one thing forever constant
And that is me wanting you
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The miner-bird
Appears content in his little world
Watching beyond the bars and whistling
Wanting for nothing except
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There is something far more compelling
Than those endless odes to love
Than high piled tributes to another
Claims of souls eternally bound
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Man up they say
You're not supposed to cry
Your supposed to be strong
Shrug it off and just, well get along
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We used to wait for each episode
Week after week or months between seasons
The storylines and characters
Which kept us gripped, coming back for more
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