If hope was a form of currency,
I'd be homeless from then to now.
I seem to waste it away...
On things that are so foul.
It's not something to be earned,
But gained through circumstance.
Unfortunately mine I spend.
Little sighs, and away hope dances.
I just need a stable hope.
One that won't go away,
But until that does come,
Hope homeless I'll have to stay.
©Odd
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Just a some what "odd" girl, living in what feels like a glass box. Hello Opuss, the savour of my sanity. my little private world amongst a life of being watched and watching.
Hope really is the killing blow, From the moment it seeds and starts to grow, It colours your vision rosey of the world. So when the glass cracks a part of you withers and dies.
Shivering in an endless shade, I promise you it never goes away. Be my crucifix hold me up, and feel me cry. Feast your eyes, Can't you see me.
I'm missing you, Like I shouldn't be, I haven't even made it to day three.
They say when life gives you lemons Make lemonade instead, But I'm no magician I need more ingredients, been misled.
Improv challenge set by @misslittleDHP The wind upon its back does roam, seeds of discontent we've sown. The time to bare our souls has past Time is tense, we watch the hourglass.
Tired out, not a miracle in days Deciders for the lonely whispering tears You try out for nothing then you drop dead Not a miracle in years Leisure for the lonely Whispering unnecessary unless you're...
Sometimes I catch you. You fall so seldom. It's hard to find a reason. You stand so rigid. Brittle. Destined never to bend. But to break into pieces. Under the weight of a. Twisted world.
How can so little time go past, And yet it feel like an eternity.
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