Dear W,
I tell myself everyday there is no hope, and yet I keep on hoping, secretly, or not-so-secretly. I will always tell myself that, time and time again, because it's a fool's dream. Fool's hope.
Life is not fair, for me. How is it for you?
It seems like such a long time since I was happy and smiling. One simple moment and it was gone, like the wind.
I need to be strong. I can turn to stone. I can do that.
I wish you were here. I need you.
But I know you will never come.
-me.
I tell myself everyday there is no hope, and yet I keep on hoping, secretly, or not-so-secretly. I will always tell myself that, time and time again, because it's a fool's dream. Fool's hope.
Life is not fair, for me. How is it for you?
It seems like such a long time since I was happy and smiling. One simple moment and it was gone, like the wind.
I need to be strong. I can turn to stone. I can do that.
I wish you were here. I need you.
But I know you will never come.
-me.
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