I hate when I get the feeling of hope, empty hope.
When you know it will just lead to another cliff.
It’s a feeling that clouds your judgment,
that you chase after, and once it clears
it’s too late and you’ve already fallen
But it’s the path to that cliff, that’s just so enticing
Full of excitement, curiosity and joy,
feelings once thought lost.
You can feel it and it’s true
But you can’t quite get a grasp on it
It teases and pulls you closer.
Then ****; it’s gone.
It’s clear again
And you’re alone,
with only a memory;
Of what was and could have been
but never will be again.

Such careful eyes
masking the pain, the grief, the sorrow
Just look, it's there for all to see.
But none will, for no one really wants to see the cruelty of life.
A soul trying so hard to smile, to shadow its past.
But no face could be more beautiful than yours
Because I am looking, and I do see

For look and see
My eyes, like yours
Are careful eyes