Hope is a dangerous thing
It can hit or miss
I can cross my heart
That I would get less stressed out
Things that bugs my mind
Day and night, vexing mentality
Laying down, my head against the wall
Medusa Singing out melancholy,
Ornate derangement of the words
Told to smile at all the times
With all the hope that I own,
happiness shouldn't be hard to catch
But hope is a dangerous thing
For women like me to have
But I am not, baby I am not
Contented with my heart
But you know me so well,
Flashing a smile, moving on in my life
Because baby, I'm not sad, no I'm not
I know what I am, trapped in my own world
And I might be naively walking in life
Hope is all I have with me now,
what godforsaken women like me need
The kind of hope that's dangerous for me
\\I have been doing poems inspired by Lana newest songs ever since Venice bitch, and this isn't any different, inspired by the most recent song of hers "Hope is a dangerous thing for women like me to have-but I have it" Do check out the song, my muse always knows how to help me feel better, might as well make a whole book dedicated to her x
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ŞiirMy mind is dark, intensive and sexual. P.s: This is a mature content, and may get sexual at times. Please read at your own risk. Higest rank #10 as of 13/3, 18/3, 24/3 #9 as of 30/3 #6 as of 3/8 #3 as of 4/9 And #1 in sad poems tag 4/9
