Hope is tired.
He is an old man, beaten down,
Worn out by the disappointment
Of expectations.
Every now and then the sun comes out
And hope is renewed,
Transformed into an infant:
Fresh, naïve, a blank slate
Upon which the world will write.
Without hope we would be nothing,
Life would no longer exist,
And the vacuum of anti-matter,
That makes up space, would be its successor.
Hope puts ideas in our minds
And laughter in our souls.
It brings tears to our eyes,
And despair to our hearts.
Hope is the basis, the foundation
For all emotion, thought and action
Because it provides us with the power of reasons:
A reason to love and breathe
And a reason to sleep and eat;
A reason to be ourselves and a reason to
Live the life we are meant to live.
May 2, 2017
May 2, 2017 at 3:05 PM UTC
how could a heart like yours
love a heart like mine
your heart is full of love.
you dream of life.
you have no regrets.
you live without fear of the future.
my heart is full of-
well it's not full at all:
it's broken; shattered,
into a thousand tiny little pieces.
and somehow, someway,
you were kind enough;
to hunt for every little piece,
and put me back together.
and this is why i,
will never understand,
this silly little thing,
we call love.
Jan 19, 2017
Jan 19, 2017 at 10:16 PM UTC
"Keep your friends close,
and your enemies closer,"
Is what they say.
But nothing hurts more than
Keeping the ones you love close,
But the one you couldn't love, closer.
Jan 19, 2017
Jan 19, 2017 at 10:04 PM UTC