Paul Anthony Scott Poems

The fear of losing you equals the love I have for you
Never before have I had this feeling (whatever it is)
Take my hand, my love
All I have is yours
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I'm the first to say 'don't dwell
can't alter yesterday, it's gone'
You're the one that helps me change
break the chrysalis - spread my wings
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I talk, but not enough
I make life hard - it makes mine tough
The words I don't speak I store inside
It eats away at me, it steals my pride
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I live in a dream
One that has become true
I live in a dream
One where I found you
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I sit here alone
Alone, here I sit
The silent phone
My impenetrable wit
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Have you seen people curl when they talk about death?
Well that happens to me, but not as much as,
that wrist on each arm, that half pound of flesh,
that temptation of suicide, of fast pain relief.
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So, is this the fear of falling, the fall which I’ve so often feared?
And, is this feeling of emptiness, one to which I am to revere?
And, is that my friend The Grim Reaper, staring me in the face?
And, are the feelings I have now, destined to be commonplace?
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My head is aching, my
mind is brewing, I’m
sure there’s something I
should be doing, to
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Ma Rose douce
Mon cherie
Avez-vous voulu m'embrasser?
Est-ce que avez-vous voulu que je partît?
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Is time to tell the nation
about my ‘castration’,
and the one who held me back?
Or, maybe I should halt this attack?
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