Matthew Edan Oliver Palma Poems

Oh brother, Louie! Why ever so choose to be silly?
Is that even the right way to dougie?
Drop your manners and join them run around willy-nilly…
It seems the piccalilli you ate early stole your state of being stilly…
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Oh no, Dear Marcus, not that word...
My ears won’t take kindly to such accord...
It cuts through my being like a double-edge sword...
And I don’t want to wade in these feelings your careless word spurred...
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Hold my hand and I will let go...
of all my worries and insecurities...
Embrace my eyes and I shall drown...
into your loving tender arms...
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Once again in this puddle...
This wet, sticky, muddy trouble...
Sky cries and my trouble goes double...
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I remember every joy, every smile brought to my lips...
I remember every name, every face that graced my dreams...
But alas, I also remember...
each and every piece of my heart they've broken.
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Why do we love when we love?
Why do we choose to love the one we love?
Age old questions that are never answered...
Muted by the wonder of how we are even able to love...
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Again and again the same old story...
Again and again the same old tale...
Yet even if we recycle each worry...
The pain is as unique as the person who wrought it...
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Still I live in the past
I make each pain and sorrow last
If it's the only way to have you here
I'll cherish each and every tear
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My eyes are yours alone
In my heart you are the song
You are my only one
In my universe, the sun…
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It drops on me like pain….
tries to wash away my shame…
It reminds me to be sane…
but my feelings feel the same…
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