I will love,
will be loved,
will breathe—
my heart can't breathe
for all the lies in the list.
New year.
New hope!
Will I be forever hoping?
Yes, cause it's just what I have!
YOU ARE READING
Hang - Leave
PoetryHanging for something is a choice and it depends; if you will leave or if they will leave you. (c) Kit Sandoval for the wonderful Cover 😎
