the gamble of our hope

To hope, creates a hunger, and a vacuum space for pain,

And why then, do we let ourselves, time and time again,

believe in our loved ones and  wish stories on our scars,

and map out our secrets when night sky swells with stars…

why let some calloused, careless thing invade our softest parts-

when all it does, is hurt us deep, and sort of  break our hearts?

 

 

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