“Poetry is all that is worth remembering in life.”

— William Hazlitt

Patrick Patrick

What You Are Is Beautiful

Alas, where had it gone wrong?
To a world, I ever bemoan
My heart, deep with sorrow—
Yet an inquisitive spirit I owned

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Feeling Blue

Softly, I ask, for why do I feel sorrow,
Is it from years that have passed,
Or could it be the time that I borrow?

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A New Day

I recall the hour— 
it ever so apparent.
Eluding my mind—
until this day in the present.

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You

I think about the times we had
and those we’ve yet to have
About your big brown eyes
and how they stole my heart

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The Last Touch

When it’s time, I’ll do the right thing
Until then, I want to steal every last second
Just like stealing that first kiss, my heart pounded so
It’s been years, and you’re all that I’ve ever known

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