Hope is a fire Cast your dreams upon the pyre. When you gave it your all But were only doomed to fall, Hope rustles up the ash And spins you back to face the lash Hope is cruel It makes you its fool. And promises you tomorrow, An end to all sorrow At best …
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Soul Strings
As though my soul were a guitar, And he played my every string. Sometimes his words, Reverberating. In harmony. Other days, The notes vibrating. In a cacophony of brilliant discord. As he played my soul for me.
My Paper Heart is Kindling
(The Beginning) The day they bring him home All glistening, white as bone My pages quiver and moan For I know I’m a doomed old tome “6,000 books!” I hear them say “And £100, that’s all to pay” I’d burn him if I had my way But my way’s gone, I’ve had my …
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