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Steve Collins Jul 2013
Be brave little man
Take each step with pride.
We may not be there in person
But feel our love inside.

Our heart beats maybe miles apart
Yet beat in unison.
When you cannot see us
Don’t think our love is gone!

Our love is forever
And will never die.
We walk each step you take
Just not by your side.

Don’t ever feel lost
Or even on your own
When your time is right
You will find your way home.


Steve Collins 17/7/2013
about my grandson who is being adopted.
Steve Collins Jul 2013
Your eye’s are like the sunshine,
That melt away winter blues.
Somehow life seems brighter,
Just being here with you.

Your arms are like a blanket,
That keep me warm and safe.
And when I start to doubt myself,
There is no safer place!

My resolve, at times, sometimes disappears,
But I'm not afraid to face the day,
Knowing you is near.

If we ever find a time,
Where we are apart.
I’ll never actually feel alone,
While you’re in my heart.



Steve Collins         9/7/13
Steve Collins Sep 2010
We all share the same heartbeat.
Can't you feel the pulse of our World?

Our universe?

We all share the same Carbon,
We think we are so important,
But are merely specks in the universe

The universe blinks

....and we are gone
9/9/10
Steve Collins Sep 2010
Like a coin I flip,
And you see my other face.
I wish you could turn me over,
'Cause this one's a disgrace.

I started my life so bright,
But faded with the years.
The smile has been replaced
With dried up salty tears.

I love to be with people,
But push everyone away.
I don't deserve happiness
So deserve to live this way.


8/9/10
Steve Collins Aug 2010
I took a leap of faith
And landed in your arms;
Believing all the smooth talk
That you would do no harm.

How was I to know
Your a ****** of the mind?
You took everything from me,
When I thought that you was kind.

My cuts, they are,  still healing
From you razor blades of words.
My confidence in bandages
But, the wounds, they still, hurt.

Lucky for me, a ******
Don't stay long.
I refuse to let you beat me
My resolve forever strong.
Steve Collins
28/8/10
Steve Collins Aug 2010
I slit my wrist on my writing hand,
And the letters all poured out.
They spread across the page
Until no white is left.
Now what's that all about?

The letters poured and poured
And, I was almost dead.
I looked down upon my page
Content that it was read.
Steve Collins.
27/8/10
Steve Collins Aug 2010
Tell me what to write about,
Help me become inspired.
Give me words to deliberate,
Help me see the spires.

I am a fountain full of knowlege,
But often block the drains.
I have a desire to be noticed,
Yet, "whoa" upon the reigns.

A genius in my own  head,
A madmad in the house.
A raging bull, chasing red,
A hidden, hiding doormouse.
Steve Collins.
27/8/10
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