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This is an actual outlet for how I feel. It's mostly sad, because I find it very hard to write a happy poem. I find beauty in sad things.

The Hope

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by favoritewings

by favoritewings

It caught me again,

the false hope

to be loved,

to be heard

and to be free.

I'm jealous

and scared,

holding on,

so unprepared

and hoping,

dreaming,

that one day.

I'll find it.

The song

I've never heard.

The song I can listen to

for eternity,

so I can fall asleep

and feel safe,

knowing that

theres a song

meant for me,

a special melody

so I'll be okay when I cry,

I'll be happy deep inside,

I'll see the beauty of my world

and I'll close my eyes,

spread my wings, and fly.