HOPELESS AND NAÏVE
Am I too naïve in thinking
that what i do, they will do too,
and what i don't, they clearly won't?
I still believe in this rule of gold,
even if I look helpless.
I write poetry—
of course, I'm hopeless.
My eyes finds beauty
in the arms of secrets,
and forgotten promises.
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THE MUSE'S PAGES: dusk
PoetryThe other half of The Muse's Pages: dawn, a collection of self-written poetry
