Everyone needs hope,
to stir up the inside,
to open up their wings,
and to fly free.
To feel on the top of the world,
standing on their toes.
I felt the same until
I heard you
and I slipped right through
the hard bitter truth.
Reality rushed in,
crushing my hope
and all that was left
was me, you
and my broken pieces of hope.
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Bloom
PoetryBLOOM, A collection of random poems and thoughts. Bloom, Among the wilted Inspite of your feelings Don't let it down Just bow down Bloom, Wherever you are planted Even when the snow's falling Brace yourself Be strong Bloom, Pushing yourself...
