Matthew Holloway Poems

The nature of her beauty
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her pale soft skin
pure like untouched fields of snow
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A hand to hold
An ear to listen
A heart to love
A mind thoughtful
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A game of chance and double bluff
Deception relies upon the blink of an eye
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Winter has visited our garden my love
Trees have been stripped bare and flowers wilt
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Jealousy
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Jealousy my embittered mistress
Your visits bring nothing but regret
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I packed my heart into a suitcase
Took a flight to somewhere else
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The mortality of a horizon
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What clouds roll on the horizon
Endless beyond the eye
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Sunday morning skies
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Laying in just after waking
Covers pulled tight, no chance of moving
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Happy, finally
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Happy, finally
Now in a better situation
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The canvas
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This blank canvas before me
Laid out in pristine white
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