Am I that hopeless?
To want something of no assurance,
To dream of something even unthinkable...
Because I saw a spark in his eyes
In the days past.
Yet I clung to it.
It's the thread that keeps me in line
With passion and dedication
Towards my own mundane.
It's the light, as tiny as one firefly's.
In the seemingly pitchblack state of my love life.
And I will cling to it, so long as I feel strongly of it.
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No Rhymes, Just Rhythms of My Own
Poetrya storage of loud and silent outbursts---of any known human emotions. Mere compilation of previously published individual poems and newly inspired creations.
