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matt d mattson Apr 2010
I know a girl with bright blue eyes
I fear that I may soon despise
For every time I start to hope
I come out feeling like a dope

Every word's a bit of rope
And each encounter is a *****
But I cannot climb out the trough
Instead I find myself aloft

Hanging from the rope I tied
With my sentiments denied
But I never meet the end
For the hangmen is that friend

The girl who ties and then unties
The rope that hangs me from the skies
Each time I hope that things will change
But instead things rearrange

Slightly different than before
A variation on the score
But the music ends the same
Because it is the same ole game

But I cannot quit the field
Nor will I bend knee and yield
Instead I'll stand my ground  and say
You cannot stop love...only delay
Matthew D. Mattson April 26, 2010
matt d mattson Apr 2010
I'll trace the lines along your face
Feel the warmth of your embrace
The soft firm pressure on your hips
Gently touching finger tips
Loving arms in hugging grips
Your moist and luscious pouty lips
I tasted the depth in every kiss
Your happy smile is my bliss
Each moment is a treasure
Every touch and sense a pleasure
And when you leave I'll wait for you
To gaze once more at eyes so blue
Matt D. Mattson.    April 14, 2010
matt d mattson Mar 2010
How weird it is
How strange a thought
That someone else
Would hold my heart
With the care
That I might share
So foreign felt
In my mind dwelt 
The thought that you love me
The same that I love you
Matt D. Mattson, March 1, 2010
matt d mattson Mar 2010
When I first met you in the wood
T'was like the hunter found his hart

I searched for you my swimmer pale
Like Ahab searched for his white whale

I walked for long with bow in hand
And quiver full of cupids arrows

Like the hind you were so quick
And I lost you in the forest thick

But sometimes I would see a hint
The sound of footfalls in dead sprint

Then I would try to catch and run
Thinking that my prize was won

But always you had come and gone
The most elusive adult faun

I never could quite shoot my dart
And never could quite hit your heart

In sadness I left to go
And heard your gentle hoofbeats slow

I turned and looked beyond the snow
And I saw you there my lovely doe

So timidly you looked at me
Simply wanting to be free

So I stayed my hand and bow
And waited in the cold white snow

For now I know that if you chase
The hunted will seek out more space

An eternity it seemed
While my breath in cold air steamed

And then you took a step towards me
But still I waited by the tree

And then you were by my side
Affection for you I could not hide

Finally I have got you deer
Now please will you forget your fear

For I will always be right here
If you my love will be my dear
Matt D. Mattson    Feb 28, 2010
matt d mattson Feb 2010
How bright the eyes
A gentle spark
How sad it is
When they go dark

That flickered flame
Of many hues
It shows our shame
And all our truthes

And all of our joys and loves and lusts
Every thought reflected in the fire
Whether we are good
Whether we are just
Whether we would do
Everything we must

And as  the fire burns
And the world slowly turns
It waxes and wanes
Growing slowly dim

Warm black coals barely glowing
One last thought clearly showing
And as the roving eyes take their last sight
The bright eye becomes dull
The lids grow heavy
And the light behind the eyes
Finally fades and dies
Matt Mattson, February 15. 2010
matt d mattson Feb 2010
I knew the end before the play began
But still I took the players hand
And danced the steps laid out
While we listened to the band
Matt Mattson, Feb 10, 2010

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