Love Poetry Collections (SEASON 2)

21

Scope-hope-scope

Grip this telescope,
And will took something,
Not recealed, just sealed,
My mind was starting to be uncurable.

So I touch the scope,
And take a picture of my own above,
And for godsake,
I saw an ugly disaster.

And I hate it...

So I reroute a view,
and to myself, be true,
Put colors and hue,
So to prepare a brew.

Whilst I'm here,
Sitting on the edge of the rooftop,
Top the beautiful night sky and to fly into any extremeties,
Top the soul of unknowingly bowl,
Of hopes.

As I take a shot,
And create a shatter,
There's no more cope,
To prove that there's hope when taking a scope.

💛: ♡♡~~say says,
@jas