i try not expecting
yet the littlest part of me still does
then it pains
spreading like wildfire
what once was an ounce of expectation
now turned into a ton of hurt
spreading like wildfire
then it rains
from the eyes that once hoped
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Poésiea collection of his thoughts, questions, and manifestations on love and all the in-betweens
spreading like wildfire
i try not expecting
yet the littlest part of me still does
then it pains
spreading like wildfire
what once was an ounce of expectation
now turned into a ton of hurt
spreading like wildfire
then it rains
from the eyes that once hoped