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As the tears dry on my face

I mourn the thing I can not replace

Love and desire so fresh and so true

has left me broken, despondent and blue

I stare at my reflection - seeing if its me

knowing not what to do with the me I see

I can yell and cuss or cry and fuss

But the pain will remain



As the thoughts race in my head

I try to make them stop before bed

The dream of you and I is dead

Feel as though my feet are made of lead

I have deifned myself through you

and now I know not what to do

I feel ugly and unwanted

And the pain will remain



As the reality starts to sink in

I question myself yet again

Does it really matter?

if on others he eants to smatter?

Maybe I can settle for this

and make it a homely bliss

But as I think the thought

I am reminded I have a place

one day I'll find where

no pain will remain





As I think of those day

the present seems just a maze