Matthew Holloway Poems

We are not all tall, dark and handsome
Gym goers, professional self groomers
Watching the fashion trends and keeping up
With the nine to five job in the city
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Watching the roulette wheel spin
Thinking about each possible outcome
Spinning that last coin between your fingers
And considering each win and loss
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Capture me
In the net of your verse
Ensnare me in poetry
Keep me reading
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To the girl with the beautiful eyes
There is a beauty unbound within you
A muse to my poetic verse
A song inside the silence
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My less sober state
Drowns all that's good
Bright and beautiful
Leaving little to be loved
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So this is it
Silent rooms
An empty bed
The final years passing
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The blade turned in hand
Catching light and reflection
Sorrowful eyes stare deep
A broken look if ever
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I dreamt of being in a bar
Someplace in New York city
It was raining heavy
Water beat the windows and pavements
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