Saint Cynosure Poems

I hold it in,
cant let it out,
Its a fear for me to show.
For if she feels a different way,
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I'm separated from her smile,
for has a man,
to many miles.
I'm separated by her touch,
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Friends forever,
the poets clever,
thats for sure indeed.
But if you tire of my words,
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You are to me an angel,
a vision in pure white.
The man that Ive become today,
you've given me that life.
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Virgins don't do evil,
or so I've heard it said.
But wicked thoughts do virgins think,
theyre sinister in head.
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Ive love stains on my pillows,
cause I cry my self to sleep.
Ive love stains on my tennis shoes,
from walking love stained streets.
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Claudia... The face I long to see,
if she just felt this way of me.
It seems that Ive had better days,
for she has ran so far away.
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Pound for pound me and my pen,
are the best there is around.
You can stand them up all day,
we will knock them down.
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They say that in my words you find,
a measurement of mad.
Insanity is what you get,
by stiffeling the sad.
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The Saint is back yet once again,
to pick upon your skin.
Infectiously in his own way,
you allowed it to come in.
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