I have this belief that's hard to prove right
Every time I ask, it turns into a fight
But it's a fight with just me, alone
On my hands and knees, blood from my mouth is shown
I wipe it away so no one else can see
This belief I hold, weary it's grown to be
That love isn't just a distant friend
But a memory waiting, a long-awaited trend
This belief, at times, is too much to mention
Yet it still holds on, seeking attention
Because I still believe, deep in my core
That love exists, even when hearts are sore
Like a train that's just left, or a bus without a ticket
In the quiet night where no crickets cricket
In that silence, in those hands
A heart still beats, and it still demands
That love must exist, even in the dark
Like a tower named Harkness, a hopeful spark
That someday, somehow, love will be mine
This belief in love, it will always shine
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PoetryPoetry is my coping mechanism. It's a profound dive into the intricate emotions swirling within me. Each line serves as a carefully crafted expression, dealing with the weight of genuine, heavy experiences. Carrying the profound weight of what's tru...
