Melissa Nyman Poems

Impossible to say that you know me.
Impossible to see what's before your heart.
You could know me inside out... outside in.
But I could never let you into this poor part.
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The sun is amiss and cotton
brings a male
A man, a moon that constantly
plays tricks
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Visions flash by, alive as the
trees
Of the beauty you held that
everyone sees.
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Make it quick... Brisk.
Like a wax..
Instead you take away the fear...
The water drops.
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Oh Miss Preacher, preach more to me.
Orate the truth of happiness and of destiny.
While you sit in a dark room with that blade in your hand.
Analysing dreams of a shiny distant land.
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This too shall pass, this too
shall be forgotten.
This too shall be wavered and
may your eyes become
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