Hope is the thing with daggers
That pierce the darkest soul
It whispers words inside your ear
That destroy all you know
And sweetest are the promises
Most bitter is the truth
That could assuage this shattered soul
Or rearrange its youth
"I've heard it in the chillest land
And on the strangest sea"
The price that hope would ask of me
Is much too high a fee
Author's Note: I put my own spin on it. I thought it was unfair.
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My Poems
PoetryA bunch of poems that I've written on various topics. Most of them are a bit dark, so if you get triggered easily I wouldn't suggest reading them. The reason it's rated as mature is because I don't know whether it would be too much for certain audie...
