The moon flies high, The sun dips low The stars come out. Dredging up this thing called Hope And spirits fall to empty no where left to go. When found to be within the state of Hope Get Out. A timid, frightening, joyful, soul-wrenching place to be. Cannot stop Cannot control it. Everything can be controlled Because those words... I know there were not meant for me Those Last someone else gets to make you happy... everyday. Three Words. The message The Hope The you want to be there Not here Not my arms. Hope is an empty void Both uplifting and demolishing At the same time. Must be controlled. Is being controlled. You do not want me. My heart has skipped many a beat for you. Time to get that steady rhythm back. These will have no more titles no more thoughts Just Release. I apologize for being that naive That much of a Joke For holding that much Hope. You'll put that easy smile there with one extra just for you. Put there oh so easily. Love to see you shine. Sorry for being ignorant Sorry for playing the fool. My heart holds onto much Including the memory of you... Someone will be lucky to just have You. As more moments pass, this will likely be easier As long as that smile... never parts from your face.