Sifting through your words,
anxious to find a nugget of truth.
Chipping away at your facade,
desperately searching for a vein of hope.
I was a fool for mistaking hope as precious,
trying not to rub you the wrong way.
You barely allowed me to scratch your surface,
which should have told me everything I needed to know.
Apr 29, 2013
Apr 29, 2013 at 5:31 PM UTC
Sifting through your words,
anxious to find a nugget of truth.
Chipping away at your facade,
desperately searching for a vein of hope.
I was a fool for mistaking hope as precious,
trying not to rub you the wrong way.
You barely allowed me to scratch your surface,
which should have told me everything I needed to know.
