The Hopeless Hope

Thirty-First-Exhausted

My legs are tired of walking the same road
In search of love that'd say till I'm grey and old
My heart is tired of accepting the same pain
For the love that ended in vain
My eyes are tired of baring the same tears
By being in love with my own fears
My mind is tired of making the same decisions
So love won't worry to keep her own possessions
My lips are tired of whispering the same lie
To conceal a love that shouldn't die
My hands are tired of carrying the same pressure
Is love really worth of such treasure?
And my life is tired of trying to be happy
At the end this love only seems deadly