Hope is a man who
calls me crazy
with laughter in
his eyes and
a shake of his head.
It’s someone who
explains his passions
with joy because
he wants to share
that part of his brain.
It’s the soul that
catches the light
and reminds me
of the sun
on a cloudy day.
It’s the person who
turns tears into
laughter with gentle
words and a smile
like summer sunshowers.
Hope is the man who
I want to plan
stories with and
parties for while
sitting hand in hand.
Feb 14, 2016
Feb 14, 2016 at 11:58 PM UTC
Hope is a man who
calls me crazy
with laughter in
his eyes and
a shake of his head.
It’s someone who
explains his passions
with joy because
he wants to share
that part of his brain.
It’s the soul that
catches the light
and reminds me
of the sun
on a cloudy day.
It’s the person who
turns tears into
laughter with gentle
words and a smile
like summer sunshowers.
Hope is the man who
I want to plan
stories with and
parties for while
sitting hand in hand.
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