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Each day she posed naked
As he continued to paint
Engrossed in the picture
She was twenty to his fifty
But his age never upset her
In truth, she was falling for him

He never attempted to ****** her
As if he ignored her body
Maybe she was not beautiful enough
She knew he lived all alone
He never shared his home
If he asked, she would be his

She tried to show temptation
Wanting him to notice her
No matter how much she showed
The curves of her body
He would just keep painting
As if he never noticed her there

On the last day she could take no more
"Am I not beautiful in your eyes
Can you tell I desire you
I would do anything you ask
If it be only for one night
I am yours if you want me"

"You are young and beautiful
Your beauty will be seen forever
In this painting, In your honour
But I loved so very long ago
I lost her to Mistress Death
My heart belongs to her, always"
Copyright © Chris Smith 2013
I am something small
Never seen, always there
A reflection of another time
Wanting to feel, hear me
For I am a complication
I am someone but no one
One lost amongst the crowd
Just a drop in the ocean
Copyright © Chris Smith 2013
Hello, don't hang up
I know you don't know me
But I believe I know you
I know your dreams
I know your desires
Of the darkest seduction
From a strangers voice
Of how I would use you
But strict with kindness
Punish you with lusts
Lusts yet unknown to you
Lusts to ravish your body
To please you in many ways
All the ways you dream of
Would you dare to know me?
Would you dare return my call?
Don't be afraid of the dark
All you need do is step inside
All you need do is use the phone
Dial my number, I dare you
Copyright © Chris Smith 2014
Who can feel these drops
Who can heal this numbing pain
Can you feel how this heart stops
As tears begin to fall like rain

One drop, two drops, now three
Tear after fallen tear I will cry
Too many drops, I am too blind to see
An empty room and I wonder why

Four drops, five drops, now six
No one will see, no one will come
Broken heart that no one can fix
Too many drops for some
Copyright © Chris Smith 2008
Please find and take heed
Words written by a poet to read
Words of feelings that flow
That come from within the soul

Some words so hard to write
Never before shown the light
Treasured words that are shared
Given by a poet now bared

One poem reading a million others
Words of sorrow or for lovers
Each poet, to find, to be inspired
Words of passion that are fired

Give every poet just that chance
Let those words come and dance
For those that come from the dark
Allow those words leave their mark

Read them and let them be seen
Understand what their words will mean
A million poets writing in the sun set
Writing with a heart we will never forget
Copyright © Chris Smith 2009
When nothing seems to work
When nothing seems to go right
Problems come screaming out
And everything starts to fall apart
As it all begins to go wrong
Let me be there with you

The frustration comes knocking
It comes calling at your door
Your will slowly slips away
All seems to be broken
No way out for any escape
Lost and a long way from home
Let me show you the way

Do not give in to your tears
Do not surrender to your fears
These feelings will not last forever
We will face the coming storm together

When you think the magic has faded
And there is nowhere else to turn
When the white has turned to black
You feel you can not be found
Isolation seems to be your only friend
Life seems to be only a wordless song
Let me open the music

And you can see the storm clouds gathering
And you can hear the distant sound of thunder
There are signs of the lightening
Hide away in a place unseen
But you know the coming storm will find you
That it will come and it will seek you out
Let me brave the weather

Do not give in to your tears
Do not surrender to your fears
These feelings will not last forever
We will face the coming storm together
Copyright © Chris Smith 2009
Try as we might, we never win
We lose sight, fall into sin
We still fight, never to win
It is never bright, always too dim

And the enemy at the gates
They keep on calling
We are victims of the fates
We keep on falling

No matter what we say, no one hears
Troubles never far away, too many fears
In our pain we pay, rewarded with tears
The sun will never stay, rain never clears

And the enemy at the gates
They keep on calling
We are victims of the fates
We keep on falling

We can't take anymore, it takes too long
Crawling on the floor, not feeling strong
We are victims of what for, always being wrong
Always looking for the door, waiting to hear that song

And the enemy at the gates
They keep on calling
We are victims of the fates
We keep on falling
Copyright © Chris Smith 2010
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