Hope

‘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 …

I Will Fight For Her

She can be a handful. Yes, this is true. But you won’t look at her In the ways that I do. You couldn’t comprehend What goes through her mind. You wouldn’t understand The look in her eyes. From the fits of rage To the unconditional love. There isn’t a day Where I’d change any of …

Gone Forever

The good times are gone, and all that I am left to do is mourn I’ve never felt this lost while the time passes by, as it tells me of what all love I’ve lost just to make me cry. I live in a world now, where i mean nothing to the people i meet …