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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