All I Can Do is Hope

December 10, 2017

Hope is the cruelest thing

That rips your soul apart

It build you up then tears you down

Breaking your weary heart

 

Something that brings you comfort

Also has the sharpest knife

It stabs you over and over

After each and every strife

 

Hope reaches through the coldest heart

And through the iciest soul

Hope is the best deceiver

That tricks everyone and all

 

Why must it crush our dreams

Burden our broken bones

Why must hope be so merciless

And leave ourselves alone?

 

 

 

..But who am I to complain?

I am just another lonely human

Perhaps that is all I can do,

I can't help to hope again.






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