i failed
footsteps turned
the opposite way
i fall short
this is what they speak of
with lips not red enough
or eyes not deep
no, more hurtful still
my tattered life
crumbling the more i say
this is what i want
our unrequited dreams
i will never be what you want
this is what they speak of
and words fail me now.
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