The hatred of anger,
Sinking down my stomach.
Unending sorrow,
Taking refuge in my chest.
The same few thoughts,
Racing around in my head,
Till no tomorrow
Maybe that's best.
There is no fault,
Or need for apology.
A heart-piercing arrow,
Always fixes the mess.
Maybe it isn't the best solution.
But nothing else matters.
The want is there, but
The will is not possessed.
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New Hope
PoesiaWhen you've been broken before. You find a new hope, a new possible love. Do you trust it? Are confident to believe that it'll last forever? Cover by: @latenightdots on Instagram
