[Wrote this in a free class today... Not sure how I came up with it, but anyway! Vote and Comment? Thanks]
Hope
As I dream upon a wishing star,
It flies right by my eyes;
Lost.
As I pick a rose off a bush,
The petals fall off;
Dead.
As I see the waves crash so merrily,
Their power is gone;
Helpless.
As I see myself through the mirror
These things all become clear.
I am lost; dead; helpless
-Hopeful?
Tired eyes of countless tales
And trenches across my face.
The sweet twinkle of my eyes once there,
Now sullen with hidden dreams.
Dreams.
Dreams say hope that I wish I may have
So glad,
Not sad.
Hope.
©Munni101
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