7:44 PM
And when somebody says where meant for each other, my heart would explode into tiny little shards of faint hope and joy. But like any other broken shards, I bled when I tried to pick them all up, hoping I could still glue all the pieces back. Hoping I could still see the slightest hint of hope in the broken glass.
And I smiled painfully. Because it's a sad thing that even a slightest hint of hope,
I really had none.
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Faint Hope
PoetryA tragic and painful route to looking at someone through a window. One where a person could never touch what's on the outside. An aching random lyrical thought about falling and getting hurt.
