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Heart Trapped Between Two Mountains

When my heart is crushed between two rocks, 
I struggle to find you in the darkness.
Build of temptation
foundation of moral
a layer of guilt.
To lead me in this world of **** twisted hearts.
Take mine out to see if you were hiding you there.
Building on temptation
flowing though lust 
killing myself knowing all that I have lost.
To take my heart to free my soul because I always knew I would be buried alone.

Copyright © Matt Wood | Year Posted 2016


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Princess

For a moment i held your hand,
when it became empty, i walked in hands with the devil

Wishing for my very last breath for when i hold you next.
knowing i can die over wiled 

Time never moves without you.
Time moves to fast with with you.
Time does not excise when you say those three words.

for i fell too deep, tryying to deg my way out.
For my heart is made of glass.
and yours is entwine with my soul. 
for is this a dream for do not wish to wake.
For just like a dream everything is possible when your there.

for i do not feel this way for who you are, 
its for who i am when  im with you.


because once apron a time i fell in love.

Copyright © Matt Wood | Year Posted 2011

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Roses On My Chest

The rose’s on my chest keep on growing. 
                             When that knife touched my heart where she once belonged. 
                                                           We were finally one.                                                                                                                                                                               my last breaths are still meant for her this is the most hellish, painfulest and  
                                                         heavenliest,                                                                                                      .                                                    feeling ever owned. 
                                                 As i leave this earth i leave her. 
                                       This is not the way i want to leave but by her hand, 
                                         i once held is the only way i wish to leave

Copyright © Matt Wood | Year Posted 2011

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Breathing

From the moment I sleep
to the moment I wake
From the moment of death
to the moment of birth
It wasn't the amount of breaths I took that ment i lived,
it was the amount you took away.
                                                                       
                                                             Death never came on swift feet for me.
                                It came on the wind pushing me off the cliff blowing in my ear,
                                                                      Pushing thoughts in my head
                                             Throwing my emotions stronger than any hurricane

Your sweet voice carried on a soft breeze
It speaks to my heart in rhyme
It can even pick me out of before to now
 and throw me back in time

                                                                 Every moment I see you I gasp.
                                                   Knowing you don't have to put effort in for me 
                                                                  to collapse from your beauty,
                                                   Hoping the next time I do you give me the kiss of life.
                                                                      tell the next breath i tack......

Copyright © Matt Wood | Year Posted 2011

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My Irregular Heart Beat

It hurts when i see. 
                                                    I love when i feel it.
                    Knowing I’m living in one moment one time one second one life. 
                                            Knowing I’m loving every beat.
                                                 I dance to my own drum.
                                   Tapping to the beat when I’m looking at you.
                                       Hurting because I can never have you. 
                               This is one thing wanting me to stop the music i play. 
                                              Knowing my beat is one of a kind. 
                               Putting are beats together we make art. Being strong. 
                                         Knowing i can never see the painting

Copyright © Matt Wood | Year Posted 2011


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Young Native

There are so few of us.
                                                The fever wont stop falling.
                                              Our ways are being forgotten.
                                   Only in movies and books we excess and still we die.
                                                  Many hearts still beat.
                                         But it still softens the drum beat. 
                            Even our loudest powwows are quictund  by the traffic.
                                               We don't cry for the rubbish nor,
                                                      whats underneath. 
                                   We cry for the man higher than the eagles 
                                  We cant look up without seeing your creations,
                              are time will pass like fire yours will keep going like water.
                            Should we beat the drum louder or stop are hearts beating.

                                                                   IWOA

Copyright © Matt Wood | Year Posted 2011

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Dear Deepest Lover

Take my hand for it all i have to offer.
                                We will go on this adventure one day together
                                             Dear my sleeping beauty 
                           This is not the end for all this is a temporary good  bye.
                                      Close your eyes for i wish for life.
                                          For this is all you wanted. 
                                            Dear your truest lover 
    I know you can make her happy for she has not been sense you left that dark day.
                   Dear weeping heart dear soul that is stained by which you once held.
                              I will morn and grieve my weeping heart  will never heal.
                                         I loved you tell my dying day.
                  Because you touched my heart in such a special so i always pray.
                            Dear deepest lover dear my sweetish mother.
                                                         RIP  NAN

Copyright © Matt Wood | Year Posted 2011

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