Friday, April 17, 2015


Past darkened rooms
Reserved for long lost lovers
At the end of a long hallway
Littered with broken pieces
Never repaired
In that deepest
Most secluded part
I never stopped believing
Despite the sideways smile
The lonesome eyes
The scars and regret
When luck and logic
And all odds told me to give up
I think I always knew
That you existed
And in the midst
Of those raging waters
On that ocean of doubt
There always remained
An island of hope


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