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Longing For Hope
The air is thick and cold.
My body is turning numb.
But I am still
Listening for my beating heart,
In the stiffening silence around me
Stuck teary-eyed and alone.
You were too perfect to grasp,
And too wonderful to touch.
But now that you're gone,
All I have are memories fading.
It's only now that you haunt me
On quiet, lonely nights.
When the wind carries your name into my ears,
Leaving me adrift in a sea of regret and remorse.
Even when gazing into the eyes of love,
I'm just a pathetic soul..
Born again just to be sacrificed,
Like so many times before.
I've lived through the blur of
Cruel eyes,
Where highs are lows.
And though I gaze upon my sins with an open mind,
The world remains unchanged.
I'll be broken again, in
Just another empty day
Spent bowing before my vices,
While trying to call it life.
Between dodging the lies
And living the meaningless joys,
I've come to know so well.. Yet
I can't face who I am,
Much less what I've become.
Just a wounded soul living in a broken heart,
Walking these empty halls,
Longing to catch a final glimpse,
Of hope for you and I..
My body is turning numb.
But I am still
Listening for my beating heart,
In the stiffening silence around me
Stuck teary-eyed and alone.
You were too perfect to grasp,
And too wonderful to touch.
But now that you're gone,
All I have are memories fading.
It's only now that you haunt me
On quiet, lonely nights.
When the wind carries your name into my ears,
Leaving me adrift in a sea of regret and remorse.
Even when gazing into the eyes of love,
I'm just a pathetic soul..
Born again just to be sacrificed,
Like so many times before.
I've lived through the blur of
Cruel eyes,
Where highs are lows.
And though I gaze upon my sins with an open mind,
The world remains unchanged.
I'll be broken again, in
Just another empty day
Spent bowing before my vices,
While trying to call it life.
Between dodging the lies
And living the meaningless joys,
I've come to know so well.. Yet
I can't face who I am,
Much less what I've become.
Just a wounded soul living in a broken heart,
Walking these empty halls,
Longing to catch a final glimpse,
Of hope for you and I..
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