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It was the search for warmth behind those tired, fragile eyes It was vanity arrogance ego that led to my welcome demise I thought control was within my grasp but the blaze hidden behind amber irises was all consuming no trace remains of the boy I was he let go of all pretense and believed that she was salvation that she was home so desperate to call her north but that stars already faded now I sit gazing for what has long since passed Never would I trade the dream of her for innocence lost It was love hope passion that led to my most welcome demise I searched for warmth behind those eyes to find only ideals the man I long to.. the man I will be |