Robert Smith Poems

they say a song cannot be true
without an ear to hear

therefore courage cannot stand
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through the sultry night
i begged for a puff of breeze
or one drop of rain
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rules the follow not
is do can you thing best the
poetry write to
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rich morning coffee
poured by her delicate hands
awakens my soul
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a rose in still water
bathed crystalline crimson
soft as a dream
in a tomb of despair
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clear your mind and i will find you
softly whisper i'm behind you
just relax and i will bind you
i'll invert you
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my truest love she is not mine
waits no more on a lover's key
broke moorings, rails, and shattered chains
her ghost ship sails an endless sea
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the demon of Fear
is the cousin of Shame
cohorts with Cowardice,
searching for Blame
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Follow your dreams
into unbridled passion
grinding of life wears on body and tooth
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i die today
i know i will
what's said can never be unheard
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