24 September 2012
I've lost my scrap of hope, And it can't be replaced. Not bought, traded or borrowed, They'd all just go to waste. For this scrap I had was special, And could be used by only me. Some people willingly destroy theirs, Accepting it'll never be. But I still hung on to mine, Even just that bit. Hoping I'd find my true love, Not willing to dig it a pit. Now it all just seems irrelevant. My little scrap is lost. Carelessness with my heart Clearly had a cost.
©Odd
Scrap Of Hope • Opuss № I