You know how Emily said Hope is a thing with wings?
Well mine is nosediving and I can't believe how much it stings.
Despair it grips my soul,
And all I hear is screams.
They always echo on repeat and swallow up my dreams.
I used to love your arms around me.
Now they are suffocating.
I used to believe in one and only-
Now it just feels lonely.
I used to imagine a white wedding,
Now that thinking is steady resetting.
I used to do anything just to see you smile,
Now I know I haven't made you happy in a long while.
I used to believe in magic. Now it's all just noise.
Once the static passes, it's the silence that destroys.
I used to be a hopeless romantic-
Now I am only just hopeless.
Aug 23, 2022
Aug 23, 2022 at 7:48 PM UTC
You know how Emily said Hope is a thing with wings?
Well mine is nosediving and I can't believe how much it stings.
Despair it grips my soul,
And all I hear is screams.
They always echo on repeat and swallow up my dreams.
I used to love your arms around me.
Now they are suffocating.
I used to believe in one and only-
Now it just feels lonely.
I used to imagine a white wedding,
Now that thinking is steady resetting.
I used to do anything just to see you smile,
Now I know I haven't made you happy in a long while.
I used to believe in magic. Now it's all just noise.
Once the static passes, it's the silence that destroys.
I used to be a hopeless romantic-
Now I am only just hopeless.
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