Stephen Holcombe Poems

Follow the heart and you'll see,
that there is something different with me,
not to average,
not to great,
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Outward words,
from loveless hearts,
can be left to burn,
in places where,
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She lies asleep hours away,
not realizing my pain of her dismay,
she pushed me from the top,
I fell straight down,
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Is it true that life is what you make of it
or just play the hand you are dealt with?
I haven't made a damn thing with it
and I'm not holding a full house.
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I find myself moving towards a place too well known,
I hesitate and then move anyway,
it seems as if this place has not future for me,
but how did I get here,
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You pick me out of many toys,
because of my ability to make you happy,
I'm your favorite toy to play with,
until one day the toy gets old to you,
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We plant our flowers in the garden of stone,
leaving our loved ones here alone,
we think of you in a time of need,
fighting over your belongings with greed,
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You stared out as a friend,
I fell in love,
I thought till the end,
you touched my heart,
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I establish my standing in life,
and forbid to gaze for love,
I shall remain among my benefactors,
until love possess me once more,
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I'm lying still,
curled in tight,
not in the middle of the day,
but in the middle of the night,
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