These masks we wore the moment that we met
Reflected back a mirror to our souls
And each apportioned cleverness and roles
To fashion a false dream we can’t forget
This is the harshest part of my regret
Though beautiful, the virtues they extol
Show even foolish dreams must take their toll
And so I turn my cheek from you, and yet
The thought of what we might have been remains
Like some strange taste still there upon my tongue
It shadows in my heart, a mournful ghost
Repeating with each heartbeat its refrain
Its strange, sad melody that’s left unsung
Still searching for a hearth and willing host.

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