If hope doth be my drug of choice
Love just might be my poison
But which of these shall **** me whole
Has yet to be unseen
For hope yields nothing to rejoice
In a dance I have no poise in
And love, it starves, both quick and slow
Both evolving their routine
I hope for love, but my love of hope
Has ripped my heart to pieces
As the love I’ve held to hope for
Remains unmutual at all
It’s a bittersweet kaleidoscope
Of emotional releases
To love a love that’s not in store
And still hope for the fall
Do I simply love too deeply?
Far too easy do I fall?
Do I **** myself but purposely?
Are my eyes and heart both flawed?
Do I love the wrong people completely?
Is this loneliness my all?
Or, is my hope of love but urgency
And my love but hope’s defraud?
Jun 16, 2016
Jun 16, 2016 at 2:08 AM UTC
If hope doth be my drug of choice
Love just might be my poison
But which of these shall **** me whole
Has yet to be unseen
For hope yields nothing to rejoice
In a dance I have no poise in
And love, it starves, both quick and slow
Both evolving their routine
I hope for love, but my love of hope
Has ripped my heart to pieces
As the love I’ve held to hope for
Remains unmutual at all
It’s a bittersweet kaleidoscope
Of emotional releases
To love a love that’s not in store
And still hope for the fall
Do I simply love too deeply?
Far too easy do I fall?
Do I **** myself but purposely?
Are my eyes and heart both flawed?
Do I love the wrong people completely?
Is this loneliness my all?
Or, is my hope of love but urgency
And my love but hope’s defraud?
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