Saturday, December 5, 2020

341 of 366: the thing about hope is that you don't get it when you don't want it

Though the hope of romance fleeted
Hope somehow comes in seeped
Days that never made sense
Suddenly made one right now
But this could be a product
Of a perfect world I have in mind
All these assumptions
Living in  my imagination
But maybe this time it's different
Where things bloom 
And they last and never vague
I just hope this one is

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