Not For You

I no longer want to write this for you,

just for me,

just a reason to wonder,

letting my soul wander

trying to piece

together

some remaining integrity

the foolish man on the hill

makes more sense to my life,

not self-pity,

simple reason,

the end of a fantasy,

I’ll give you that,

my reality,

has never quiet

measured up,

to your beauty,

your solemn wish,

such solace you must believe

knowing your own

desire,

is only our passion,

no one else,

no one can step inside

your beauty, though from the outside

looking in,

quite clear,

sweet is an elegance

a man might have know,

yet today,

confusion does remain.

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