Hope For Tomorrow
Speak that I may hear, listen that I may tell you of life.
Trust that I may be worthy of it
need that I may be loved
so deeply that jealousy would sprout forth from those that have not,
not found love of the balmy, fluffy variety.
Love that would hold you down and hold you up
When your days have grown dark, and your joy drained
your nights torchered with nightmares of loneliness, crippling you.
You make it through the night as the dawn is fast approaching.
Morning has come and you are greeted by a gentle hand, and a worm smile likened un to a sunrise.
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Love has arrived.
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