I miss hope
As my feet sink
In muds
And I embrace
The empty still
Is here so bad?
The birds still sing
The sun rises
And the night rests
Good enough?
After all
I am the conjurer
Of dark
And unrest
Born bad?
Unworthy
Nothing
Rotten
Rank
Rabid
Made my bed
Made my fucking bed
Repeat
Repeat
Repeat
I miss hope
Hope was not for me
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I dont suppose there is any point in saying things can only get better ..
okay, I thought not, but pushed the button anyway..
Hope breeds despair
sylvia,
well I didn't read this one; I smelt it!
Hope is for losers - just wing it!
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Winging it
They clipped my wings the bastards!
sylvia,
don't despair, I've had it with being an angel, you can have mine!
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Love how you question almost as much as you state when writing
Another top read
Thanks Peto
I was having a bad hair day or some other first world problem it seems?
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