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disappointed at who i turned out to be  
  a false image, it isn't who i want to see
 each time looking at the mirror
    shows a ghost of dreams i couldn't believe  
still lay dormant of what i tried to decide  
  no longer had worth, but it lay buried inside  
 
so
 
i whispered your name, hoping you'd hear
   didn't really believe you would be here  
 i mean why wouldn't you stay clear  
    pain and suffering is what i always bring near  
   Love, perhaps isn't meant for me  
 a punishment for when i wouldn't disappear
 
and now  
 
i continue to write verses
   pick up the pen, realize that there's still curses  
    that i have yet to unravel
  weave words from light and and let them travel  
   across the deserts of these keyboards  
  sent on their way to reach distant sea shores
 
-hoping, maybe, there's still something there