chris schwartz Poems

She was just a little shy,
Turning fifty eight
Went flying down the road
Passed the sunset boulevard
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She was just a little shy of fifty-eight
As she stared into the sky
Said, "friends, I'll be there
With you soon.
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I love you!
But don't expect me
To do lonely
Don't expect me
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When you step outside
Just to catch your breath
And the cold dark night
Hits your chest
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For those who understand,
They know
The curtains can't be drawn
On the scenes
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Bet you didn't think I was special to you.
When the money's coming in,
You don't need nothing to do.
But that's not the way I feel
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All seems like Heaven
Until it all goes to Hell,
When your dreams
Are unraveled
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The next time you feel like screaming at me,
Girl, Take a walk down to old Oakhill.
Saunter past the grand brick chapel
Climb up over the blacktopped hill.
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To walk away from you
It was easy,
Like walking away from a desert mirage
You were never real,
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All she heard was your scream.
Though she understood your anger,
And her heart was with you,
All she heard was your scream.
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