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 May 2016
The Lunchtime Poet
False accusations
Stories and lies
Are these words against me
Merely a disguise?

Trying to cut me
Down to the quick
It's rather obvious
I make you sick

Over the last few months
The trust has been shattered
I always loved you
But that never mattered

It's always been
About sneaking around
I'm looking for love
In the lost and found

Hoping to find
A discarded jewel
One that won't make me
Feel like a fool

I'm sorry to say
that we've reached the end
So long my love
To myself I must tend
 May 2016
The Lunchtime Poet
Let me paint a picture
With your body the canvas my tongue the brush
It will be a masterpiece
On these I'll never rush

Picasso or Rembrandt
will have nothing on me
Cause when we get together
I'll paint a tapestry

I'll sculpt a love out of clay
Made with hands of desire
And when it's done into the kiln it'll go
Stoked with passions fire

A poem I will write
As deep as oceans blue
It will be a tale of love
one about me and you

I would conduct a symphony
Music to your ears
I'll always be here to protect you
From your darkest fears

And when the angels come to take me home
When my time is through
I'll be the artist up in heaven
Painting in nothing but blue

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