chris schwartz Poems

"Why did I find you now? "
Says the crippled Soul
To the Strong, young lad.
"Because, my dear, "
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"Why did I find you now? "
Says the crippled Soul
To the Strong, young lad.
"Because, my dear, "
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Had I wanted you to know,
I would have told you.
My suffering
Is my own.
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Oh, how they cheer me,
The Bright colors of spring
Opening my Blindness
To feel quite new, again!
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Be careful with the heart of her wounded soul.
The tongue of her demon mother
Has painted her corner brightly
With the luminous colors of hate
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I gazed at her.
Her tawny, brined face
Stark with emotion
If only for a moment.
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Four drinks
And a little pink spring pill
Can't put to sleep
The unrest that I feel
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I want a road,
Named "Soulmate Road"
So, in your travels,
You can come across it
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They all got the best of me
And you got what is left of me
But still you shine on
Carrying on,
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Perhaps you've never visited
The place, I call "Myself."
It's a journey I've never gone on,
Because I put "Me"
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