Sweet Agony

It's a beautiful image my mind can see
A lovely thought that's not meant to be
Reality can never quite compare
With my imagination's colorful flare

Oh, the sweet agony, when I picture you there
The color of your eyes as I helplessly stare
The visions that paint across my mind
Only heighten the pain I quickly find.

And yet my sufferings small in compared
To the option of actually having you there

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Taskmaster

The image in permanent view
My self-perception is askew
Ever trying to be
Like those images I see.

The ideal hanging over my head
Other endeavours left unfed
The taskmaster's lashing me;
No chains, yet I do not flee.

I'm afraid there's no place to run
He's been there since life's begun
There's no one crueler, you see;
For the taskmaster is me.