Hope

So here it ends, only waiting with hope gratitude thanking you for this final chance, this one last shot- to unleash this love for you- the kind that reminences every second of every day- recalls each specific moment- the laughter, cry, the love. And though the happiness has past, the same feelings return, those of a desperate heart trying to fool herself, fooling to the world she is fine. She is alright- she's moving on fast, her heart healed as she leaps for the bridge- The bridge that burnt, the one that crushed into earth's core, puncturing the tender dirt- but no one noticed. So in this final moment, in a state of shock, I wait, hope is a glass full and no matter how many shooting stars, how many prayers are said, you turn away, with no regret walking away for the final time, I think I've lost all hope...