No hope.

I live in a world with know hope.
I wake for the future,
I become distante with the past.
I chose to forgive,
And i chose to forget.

I forget what it's like to be remembered,
In a world so cruel.
I create a passage,
For whome of those,
That wish to be my future.
I tune out the heart break of my life,
And channel into her.

The only importance to my life,
The reason i walk this,
Unforsaken land.
The way you smile,
Helps me remember.
What love truely is.

My life was written in pencile,
Because i chose,
Chose to erase my memories.
Untill the day i layed eyes on you.
I knew,
To throw them thoughts,
And that pencile, away.

Now that i have you,
I for now and until we die,
Ill be writting in pen.
Because the memories we share, will be internal.
You'll never be my mistake.
Not like the rest.

My heart beats apon your ear.
The rythem of my heart,
Its thumps for you.