Wednesday, March 27, 2013

Hope; The Enemy

Hope is a torn man worst enemy,
For it blinds him with the promise of opportunity,
When in fact there wasn’t any,
Oh poor, poor, man,
He could never stop hoping,
For the heart wants what it wants,
His heart had no intention of stopping,
Let it be crushed,
Let it be stomped,
Let it be thrown around like dump,
It’ll just mend itself,
Hoping just for one more thump,
From the girl that makes his heart jump.

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