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What's the point? whats the use?
I can't handle not being your muse.
I look for meaning in your dark eyes,
I can't keep lying, myself I so realize.
I mask the dissapointment oh so well,
I can't believe that you just can't tell;
When you're the one who knew we fell?
If we were really all we could possibly be;
I can't believe you can't still feel it in me,
I see the honey melting in your gentle look -
I can't know the pieces of your heart I took
I left you in a hazy doubt by word, by needs
I could not go there, not by word or by deeds...
The rapturous torture, on my pain will ever feed,
On loves one and only pledge and this undying creed,
I can't let go of all that nearly was, we were effortless,
So close. A trick, a trace and we all lose face,
Hope, hope till nothing's left,
Barr unending grace...