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 Jun 2013 nate mattson
Caroline K
Maybe
It won't hurt.
When the August
heat stops giving tans
and we are both burned
by the questionable act
of mutual heartbreak.
Or **maybe

It will.

Maybe
my heart
will call for you to be
painted with me
in my portrait
of my framed future
and that's how I'll know.
Or maybe
when the credits close
this summer flick
and life begins, it will be silent.
And maybe
all that will be left for us
is a scar of remembrance
from our once burning skin.

Maybe
Distance can
create the bond
to be fonder
Or maybe
it will create
the heart
to forget
how fond
it once was

Maybe
we will be afloat in the same sea
and you will be painted
on my canvas once again
or maybe,
the stable sand will be gone
from our hourglass relationship.
Which one will it be?
 May 2013 nate mattson
Caroline K
I'm just as inconsistent as the weather men are for New England,
From a sunny day that suddenly turn to rain,
From a rainy week to snow and sleet,
You can only rely on how unreliable they will be
for telling the future forecast of this up coming week.
 Apr 2013 nate mattson
Caroline K
We have made mistakes before in the past,
I hope thorns don't grow from them in the future.
I hope to only see roses in our garden.
I want to throw up all my worries,
I can't hold them down any longer.
I've always been so scared,
and you know that.
But I'm just looking out for myself I hope you understand.
One night is all it takes,
I let my needs take over and stop the worries momentarily.
My guard was down,
And I still felt secure with you.
You were my confidence and you took away my torture.
The bed was so inviting and so was the skin that you wear.
I wanted to be soaked in y(our) sweat,
and to float in y(our) panting.
You dance your fingers up and down my spine,
They cause goose bumps to follow behind.
They exposed my fear that still lingered under my skin,
but I still let you in.
Nothing could be better then having you by my side.
What if at the end of the song that we are singing together
doesn't get to be on repeat because the audience isn't
calling for an encore.
No more melody to caress me to sleep because your touch
will be gone.
I keep my door locked on the inside
because I don't want you to leave,
and my dear I've swollowed the key.
Maybe we are trapped in this pool of
mixed emotions, battle of us versus them.
And the future can only tell who will win.
A perfect then doesn't always make for a perfect now.
No pill could **** all the worries I feel.

— The End —