A Writer and a Reader

After you’ve read all my tales,

I am sorry we should meet like this,

When I am in a grey kind of state,

Trying too hard to be too many things

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I am sorry that I, too, can cry

That I fail, disappoint, loose, dispair;

That, in fact, I am not at all brave,

And not beautiful, unique or wise

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I am sorry that my moods change fast,

When, like now, black doubts overwhelm me;

I am sorry I can’t bring my lips

To smile for you, who came far to see

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Someone you thought you liked because

On a good day she was good with words