Hope perches on a branch in my heart
waiting patiently for spring to come;
She looks out of her broken window
wondering where the cold comes from.
Love is a tired old woman in the
depths of my soul, fatigued and dismayed;
Not knowing what should come naturally,
she sits in the dark afraid.
There outside an empty corpse
love tries to breathe life into me
Almost unwillingly, hope accepts just
enough love to survive, just barely
Because all that is within her
knows that love ends with pain.
the voice inside reminds her that no one
can ever take away her stain.
Dec 13, 2020
Dec 13, 2020 at 4:45 PM UTC
Hope perches on a branch in my heart
waiting patiently for spring to come;
She looks out of her broken window
wondering where the cold comes from.
Love is a tired old woman in the
depths of my soul, fatigued and dismayed;
Not knowing what should come naturally,
she sits in the dark afraid.
There outside an empty corpse
love tries to breathe life into me
Almost unwillingly, hope accepts just
enough love to survive, just barely
Because all that is within her
knows that love ends with pain.
the voice inside reminds her that no one
can ever take away her stain.
This was a long time ago.....