Fumbled dreams exposed by greed,
fullfil the lie that I am without,
treat me now to ghost and blood,
unending love and a fading of my doubt.
In you I have all that I need,
with you I know I shall succeed.
Friends are dear but you're something more,
like a sibling restored who knows all sides of me,
and I won't try to feature my charm,
or falsely portray you know who I am really.
Yet I fail and crowd thoughts with self,
yet I'm all childish seasoned with grey,
still I will cling with white knuckle hope,
to you and the truths to me you do convey.
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