Sitting here
Feeling this
New love
In my
Hands
I never
Felt before
Realising
It was
Better to
Thank
Them
Than
Forgive
Them
Because
If it
Wasn’t
For their
Shadows
Living in
My heart
I never
Would’ve
Known
The way
Of the
Artists
And the
Angels
————————–
She sent me
A poem
And I told
Her
These words
Mean
Nothing
But your
Love
For me
Is stronger
Than
Forever
————————–
I don’t get
Days like
This much
Anymore
Where death
Is so faraway
It’s like he
Never existed
To begin with
But I know
He’ll be
Back again
In front of
My face
Taunting me
And more
Than likely
It’ll end
At the
Very end
Of a cigarette
With a sorrow
I could never
Truly write
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It is the
Eve of
Christmas
Eve
And we
Dance
With
Whiskeys
In our
Hands
That
Light up
Like
Sparklers
And when
We step
Out the
Back
To light
Up
Our
Cigarettes
It’s almost
Like we
Can hear
God
Crack
A smile
Under the
Moon
And
Stars
He gave
Us
And for a
Moment
Just a
Moment
We knew
Right then
There was
No
End
————————–
Hope is
Not
What I’m
Looking
For
Hope
Is
Where
I
Go
————————–
With a
Blanket
Over
Our laps
Two pillows
Behind
Our backs
And our
Feet up
On the
Family
Living room
Coffee table
Watching a
Good movie
In that
Moment
Holding
Our lovely
Youthful hands
Under that now
Cosy blanket
There was
Nothing wrong
With the
World
And it
Seemed
There
Never would
Be
Ever
Again
Paul Butterfield Jr
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