The writer's greatest problem is that he believes too much in hope
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It's all due to the result of him subconsciously sprinkling spices of hope in his story as it plays out before he carves in the perfect clichéd happy ending.
The writer believes too much in hope -
That's why he never fully let's go of those who break his heart -
Because he believes if it was meant to be, they'll meet again(sometimes, he strongly hopes he'll reunite with his ex)
And
They say that's wrong
That he needs to fully let go
For its unfair of him to give another girl his heart
If it still has the faint marks of his ex's marker
Saying her name...
Saying his heart belongs to her.
They tell him
His life isn't a fairytale
Rich in glimmers of hope...
That he can't predict his life...
He can't see the different ladies he'll encounter right this moment.
But they do give him something
Concrete
Something else to hold on...
Something more certain than the chances of reuniting with his ex:
The hope that he'll meet a lady
Who who heal his heart of all its scars,
Then write her name elegantly
In the most beautiful calligraphy art on his heart.
And her name will stay there
For eternity.
For an eternity
The ink will remain the same it was
And experience no feigning...
Because that love
Is true love
That keeps the heart
In a prime condition
And gives the lonely writer
The perfect clichéd ending he'd always written -
The ending.... He had always wanted.
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Writer's Whispers
PoetryIt's only at night that you hear the faint whispers of the writer's pen trailing paper. [COMPLETED]