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You say that you love me, now close your eyes and let me show you what love was like through my eyes..
It started with an over the shoulder glance, like a breeze that kissed your cheek.
My love was like being told about the most absolute, greatest person I could have ever met and where I should go if I wanted to meet them.
I go to the restaurant and sit in a corner booth, just so I hoped that I could see you before you saw me.
My love was nervous toe tapping and sweaty palms like my hands were being held over the open flame of the candle at our table that night.
My love was sitting there for hours, but never having someone to sit with me.
I sat there trying to think of what you'll look like, what the tone of your voice will be when you say my name.
People pass by our table with nods and smiles like they knew something I didn't.
One by one the lights start going off around our table, as the people's laughs and conversations start to quieten.
My love was being in that special place every night until the lights went dark around our table.
I would even choose a different table every night, in the hopes that just maybe you'd see me first.
All the while keeping sweaty palms to the flame.
After years of waiting on the inside, I found myself waiting from the outside from a safe distance.
My love would have kept me waiting for my love until my last dying breath.
My love was waiting for as long as it took, only because I never saw you before and you only saw me at a passing glance.
I found out that you were there, just at a different table waiting for me.
Now open your eyes, and tell me you love me again.

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My Addiction

I held you in my hand so long ago, it was like holding a diamond or bar of gold.
Little did I know then, every chance you got you would be causing my own suicde
Putting you to my lips, it cinges hairs like a raging wildfire in a forest in the summer
 Your glow would fill my insides like a building with dancing flames.
My ears hear you yelling my name, like a mother calling for her children for dinner
Life got harder the more I aged, but you failed to grow old with me.
Through abuse and bullies and even the way I treated myself. You were there. 
Gripping my throat tight and hanging onto every part of my laden air 
You're in my clothes, you meshed yourself into my body like a end of the summer tan.
Poison laced fingers trace the outline of my children's face. Breath unmistakable to those who doesn't know your wrath.
Lungs tighten every time I reach for you, telling myself it's the last time.
Slowly killing myself was what you had in mind. My coughs make me croak like a bog of bullfrogs singing their song to the moon.
My addiction to you is unlike anything else I have ever endured. Every drag off of your end, I tell myself to just get it over with and kill me already.
People quit you every day. But you never quit on me. Coughing turns light into the dark and I think maybe this is it.
But as quickly as the dark appears, it leaves me again to reveal you're not done with me yet.
A cigarette now, what could it hurt? You're plan has already killed the part of me that people cannot touch. After all, they say it isn't the fire that kills you.
Its the smoke.......right?

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He

He's a stranger in the town he grew up in,
Everyone that walks by him, see's him as nothing more than a peice of thin glass,
They see his fears, his pains, his scars, even the hatred he has towards those who left him in the cold.

Who is this ticking time-bomb who stands before them today?  Where is the man they say once loved, cared, shared, forgave, even smiled when he couldn't hide the hurt he carried?
Once open doors, now slammed shut and he's left outside always looking in.
His cries for answers go unheard for days, months, even years.

He shelters himself with solitude, only to find that time doesn't in fact heal all wounds.
He hides in the shadows as the room in which he sits closes in like prison walls.
Cowering in a corner, what does this man have to be afraid of ?
Is there not a light that could break this darkness? 

He opens his eyes only for a moment to see a light at the end of the tunnel,
Will he go to that light or continue the life of darkness?
Pain and Hurt or Freedom race through his mind like a runaway train heading for a never-ending cliff.
He stands up for once in his life and screams the words FREEDOM and darkness no more!

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This Is My Heart

I often look too the stars for my future, and yet tomorrow seems an eternity away,
The mere thought process haunts my days, and like years apart it prolongs my nights,
Dreams I once had that twinkled in my eye, like God's star skies have now but all faded out, into the infintely expanding world,
My mind is screaming out in an insanity, my heart broken like bones of pearl,
Pushing my way through a time that seems to be standing still,

Laying on my bed, so alone and still almost like an empty grave,
Trying to get up to see what's going on around me, only to be beaten back down brutally by the sins of the world,
My heart and soul now black and blue, strives for life,
Only to show emotion by a mask, by which it covers my true feelings inside,
Who do I trust, who will love me next?

Realizing that my insides are now dark and cold,
I begin to reach for those around me, only to find that I'm grasping for mere illusions on the wall,
Running through each loop hole of life like a run-away train going faster and faster toward a never ending cliff,

Then silence, its then that I realize I haven't moved from my bed at all,
The dawn of a new day is upon me, and I'm given another chance to make things right,

That day.........is today.

Best Poems Written by Paul Wood

Love Unending

Love Through My Eyes

My Addiction

He

This Is My Heart