Not sorry for hope

My heart dances on the memory of hope.

An oh how I romanticised the visits.

How I dreamed they was kaleidoscope colours.

An not a nightmare but it seems , colours are always to vivid.

Always to pure in our face , our hd reality.

Think it melts it all away.

My heart dances on the memories of hope.

The hope I lay in my own heart, as a child.

The hope I lay in my own heart , as an adult.

I spend my time flicking the pictures.

To a time so black and white.

A time older than now and I'm lost.

While you're brand new.

I guess hope it's picture frame.

Always moving.

And I see things just abit to bright for the eyes.

And I see things just abit to dark for light.

So I drown in the memories of hope.

An I shall always float , like the message in a bottle trying to reach shore.

I shall always float , float on hope.

Float on memories.

I shall always love.

But I won't be sorry for hope.