PAUL COLVIN Poems

They’re all dressed up, they’ve got the gear
Their trainers tracksuits, sportswear.
They aren’t rich but buy the best,
That’s street cred’s favourite acid test.
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You made me laugh, you made me think, you opened up your hearts
And to me your painting’s secondary, you are all a work of art
You gave me back what I thought lost and instilled in me a pride
When that first night, you comforted, a colleague as she cried.
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Crying tears is not a crime
I’ve cried with you, time after time
But always know you’re in my mind
You said don’t grieve for me.
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It was as though a fresh wind had come
To me and awakened within my inner self
All that I thought dead.
No confusion, no remorse, no guilt
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We’ve all begged for love at some time, as we lay in deep despair
And the hopelessness that crowds our mind, isn’t really there.
We watch couples walking down the street or lovers on a bus
And what our hearts could give, for once, if those couples could be us!
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Eat me, all of me
And when you’re full
Your stomach burning
With the essence of Hell
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I feel my heart beneath this chest, it murmurs oh so lightly
And the tears that flood this withered face can make a man unsightly
But would you have me hide all this and live a loving lie
No! Before I show love disrespect, I would rather die.
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Fifty yards on and forty feet high
A little white feather appeared in the sky
Yet walking with thousands it came down to meet
Little old me as I walked down the street.
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Kids are laughing, drinking, flailing
Singing songs that sound like wailing.
Bottles full of deep dark wine
Their spirits high,
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The playground’s like a wasteland, an empty barren yard
No children laughing, playing, no chance of sweating hard
They’re tucked away, or locked inside as games means sitting down
Eating lunch with damaged eyes and always with a frown.
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