Everything I want has been hidden away,
Lost in a hopeless hole in my mind.
I've been searching forever and there's been nothing to find,
And the emptiness is causing rapid decay.
Hope is for fools,
And I should know,
I've fallen for it too many times
And the good times never last.
"It will get better"
Is just a lie for our comfort
Until we're lying in our graves,
But we still hope.
Hope is for fools.
You have child- like wonder and the vision of an artist-
No one could possibly know the galaxy in your mind.
A brilliant display of strength and imagination,
But the best parts of you are the parts that you hide.
Words have no meaning
Because no matter what I say,
You'll only hear what you want to hear
And do what you wanted to do anyway.
I'm losing my voice,
You're breaking my heart,
I'll cry for the rest of my life,
But like I've said so many times before-
Hope is for fools.
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The Road to Paradise
PoetryThis book has a bunch of poems that have bits and pieces of my life in them. I write whatever comes to mind, and it usually makes sense. But everything has a hidden meaning. Of course, some of it is random, but it all comes together (plus I like to...
