Hope is a wonderful thing is it not? Let's you believe in more than what meets the eye.
Beneath a Star
Right there, where I can see it.
Yet so far that I can't reach it.
I'm crushed from the weight beneath it.
Persistent that I often dream it.
Convincing so I always believe it.
But a hard to thing make me feel it.
So intricate that I can't key it.
I might not want to even free it.
The hope of a star just so carefree.
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If Only You Knew
PoetryThere's more to the world then life... There's more to believe in the true... There's more to you than you know... If only you knew.
