"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.
The best kinds of people are warm and kind.
They are always there and they never mind.
I lay in my bed and think about you.
I love you so much' I don't know what to do.
Always looking for ways to improve myself,
But I struggle to take that first step.<
First time we met,
We smiled laughed and played,
By the big Oak Tree in the back,
Silly love-struck smiles
There's only one true style
Clueless and happy
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I'm sorry for hurting you, like the way I do
I'm sorry for the hurtful things I always sa
Before I became strong, I knew what it was like
To be weak,
How difficult it is t
You used me.
I thought you were the key,
But the truth is that you used me,
Life is not just waking up one morning and saying, "Ok, I want this to happen."
It's abou
I have a heart and it's quite broken.
I read your words as if they were spoken.
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