“Hoping For Hope”
The feeling is killing me,
Slowly and tenderly.
My love is devouring my heart,
Innocently and adoringly.
The heartache is flashing as I breath,
Tingling and tickling the time.
Ecstasy begins to slowly disappear,
Misery starts to form my very own abyss.
The moment of bliss,
Costed the lifetime of grief and torment.
Such a short time to last a lifetime,
How ironic is my life.
Will I be able to find a little happiness?
Hope. That’s the only thing I could do.
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My Odd Consciences
PoesiaI wrote these poem when I was 13-14, I write a lot about how I was in pain, which in retrospect is not much. But at the time it felt like the end of the world :o
