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i awoke this morning, hoping for something more - instead i found nothing at all

there was a time in my life when i had hoped to be loved, to love you --- but instead here i lay
maybe there was something more that i could have done to win your affection --- in reserve i stay
perhaps if i would have kissed you, you would have told me with your lips that i was correct, in doing

instead i remain silenced, by my own fear of self --- self doubt, pity-----pity on my poor little soul, you fool
maybe when she looks at me, if i look back with flames in my eyes - i will light the lantern of her soul, but i lay

the hours went by as i thrust myself into her well of passion, she did not question my motive, but suckled on my joyous laughter
i had hoped to kiss her with my soul, the connection of fire that brings us together, instead she lay
begging her to let me please her again, i thrust myself on her --- driving into the warmth of embrace, locked into ---- love --- i think not

maybe now that my life is a wreck, and i have lost my way for what i hope to be the last time --- i can look at another and hope

will she see me? maybe i am no longer attractive to those that sought me, perhaps they seek me --- i think not