If there's any hope left It's sewn in the edges of the stars That sprinkle over the midnight sky While I lay fitting perfectly In your warm arms...
If there's any hope left It's in the echoing sounds of the music Dancing out of our guitars While we strum and sing Perfectly to the beat Of our mending hearts...
If there's any hope left I see it in your smile And in the pool of your deep dark eyes When you pull me close Next to the cackling of the bonfire And the sound of the gossiping woods...
If there's any hope left I feel it in your lips As they pull and whisper in mine I feel it on your warm skin As your fingers electrify my body To spell out "I love you" Over and over again Till the morning wind Blows on our fates *And washes the hope away...
A resurrected piece that makes me think of how much has changed since the autumn season when this was written. This particular poem was a bit longer and a lot more depressing at the end so here's a sneak peek. I guess I'm back to taking over RH's account so happy writing lovelies~BM