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Poetry and Prose

1.
The words that I write
Are wishes set free
And emotions to feel
If you know how to see

But you're missing the point
Of this poetry

It's all about you
Not about me

2

You have found me again
My love - Mon amour
But I'm sorry to say
I'm not the man I was before

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You'll remember the boy
with the world at his feet.
And dreams of romance;
so secure - so complete.

But the soul lost it's song,
and the hands lost their art;
And you'll see how the years
have not been kind on this heart.

Then you'll notice the eyes
etched in anger and scorn;
Because my rose left me nothing
but a crown of cruel thorns.

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And all that remains
of our time in between
is an old fairy tale - 
and the memories of a dream

So leave me, my love.
Let it be - Mon amour.

I'm sorry to say
I'm not the man I was before

3

Put down your guard, dear 

give up on the night.

Lay down your daggers 

I'm not here to fight.

Come out of the shadows, 

step into the sun.

I'm not here to justify,

or excuse what's been done

 

And i don't need to remind you

of the times and the days

I'm not trying to convince you

of a change in my ways

You know me too well, dear -

there's nothing to hide

There's no crown of thorns here . . .

it's been crucified

 

The deal has gone down

on this gamblers game

The candle burnt out,

and i'm not mourning the flame

And i'm not looking to blame you

for the tears that i've cried

I just want you to know, dear

 

My love never died

4

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There's nothing to say

and no-one to blame

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It's strange how things change

when the feelings remain

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And sparks become flames

as each joy turns to pain

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The stakes are the same

But I'm leaving the game

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