Selfish My mouth speaks
Yet, what is released is not my heart
For my heart has been broken again
Why do I insist so much on this
Knowing that this is what happens in the end
My heart feels
Yet, in its very nature causes me pain
Because my heart wants, my heart needs
What is not there, within my reach
And when I lose it, my bruised heart bleeds
My mind dreams
Yet, it is only a figment of my imagination
Something that in and of itself doesn't exist
And I put away myself, taking away
Because if not, my love will persist
My eyes see
Yet, what they see is not what is real
Visions, in their very nature, an illusion
Perhaps of a substance no magic on earth
Will bring to sweet life
My hands reach
Yet, what they reach for, long for
Is an insubstantial mist
Creating false forms that I long to touch
Only to dissipate, so that healing may begin
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