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...
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