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Matty Mar 2019
Yesterday I saw you fall asleep,

so pretty I couldn’t help but weep.

The way you looked as you closed your eyes,

made me die a hundred thousand times.



Today I couldn't help but strain,

to say the words that I had planned.

“To death do us apart”

Oh, baby, words are so cruel, an arrow straight to the heart.



Tomorrow you’ll be oh so sadly missed,

with that smile and your rosy-coloured cheeks.



So Goodbye Baby,

You’re too good to me.

Goodbye Baby,

There is no one else for me.
Matty Sep 2019
What if life was more than a game we are told to play,

Where the only limitations were the 24 hours in the day.

What if I told you I loved you and wanted to marry under the chestnut tree,
would you be all that I need? All for me?

What if I was only a spectre of a great perhaps,
the story you reminisce about when in a love mishap.

What if I gave you all of me,
would you bow down and call me king.
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I want you bad
but I can’t find you
where did you go
I’m going mad
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My days, they begin with your name
And nights end with your breath.
It’s a hopeful syllable
it grants one true fable.
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The sound, it calls me to stay
To stand up straight and pray
When I feel cold, I keep you close.
If I could hold you, and take you home
then I wouldn’t feel so alone.

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I await the day, the first hello
the first contact, the first touch
the birth of a million possibilities,
from “I do” to “adieu”
I await you on our avenue.
To begin anew.

and it all starts with “I love you.”
Matty Jun 2019
I’m bored of every second of every day

Wish you would call, just to say hey.

Wasting the minutes on your plan,

just to talk in such a post-modern way.

I’m suffering within this elongated room,

Visions of submission, and it’s not ever a quarter past noon.

“It’s all a mood”“I’m sad”“It’s so bad when they get mad”

Headlines, that broadcast all across the feed,

me, I’m full of lies.

Can’t even tell what makes me beat,

along she runs, she ever so tries.

I’ve been a figure of perfection, one too many times.

Purity or suppression it’s all so Romantic,

sis, Hey! we don’t talk anymore,

I wonder what happened, it’s all a bore.
Matty Nov 2018
Mr Serotonin take me away from the bad man.
He wears my skin and I think he wants to be me.

He wants me bad and I feel him breathing down my neck
He’s always here and my dreams always break me.

Mr Oxytocin save me from myself.
I know I’ve been bad but what do you expect from an orphan.

I’m in need of stimuli and love.
but the bottles leave me empty and hallow.

Miss Vasopressin, please to please you.
Passionate confessions of perfection, loving the scent and breath you give.

You’re all I think about when the darkness swallows me whole.
Thinking of being free, growing and folding into your soul.

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