"Hope" is the thing with feathers -
That perches in the soul -
And sings the tune without the words -
And never stops - at all -
And sweetest - in the gale - is heard -
And sore must be the storm -
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm -
I've heard it in the chillest land -
And on the strangest Sea -
Yet - never - in Extremity,
It asked a crumb - of me.
It wrecks me, that last moment
that played out so wrong.
Our hopeless eyes locked
Whosever room this is should be ashamed!
His underwear is hanging on the lamp.
Hi
You're the one for me
'cause you were made just for me.
Now I'm standing in front
I live in most, if not all, children.
Many teenagers neglect me, and usually, all adults
Of all the things I've ever said,
Of all the tears I've ever shed,
Of all the thi
How did this happen I continue to ask?
As I get online waiting for time to pass
Y
Overwhelming and revealing
this amazing feeling,
this ache I crave, this desire,<
I wish there were words to express how I feel,
But no words I see will do.
No wor
The things I've seen will scar me for life.
Growing up, I've seen wrong and very little o
Look at the beauty in her eyes,
a glow that shines like the sunrise.
Her sm
