Unobtainable beauty

The gentle look within your eye,
Gives me hope and makes me try,
To be a better person, to be a man,
To push myself, and see if I can,
Melt myself into your heart,
But then I see, then I start,
To see and understand that I,
Have done little other than to ask why,
There is suffering, there is bad,
And little other have I had,
Done to remove bad from us,
And I did nothing but see and cuss,
Circumstances I could have changed,
And the bottle for action I exchanged,
I see the beautiful look on your face,
And know I live in my own disgrace.

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