Hope Is a Dangerous Thing
Tears fall down from the windows to the world,
The heart inside aches and breaks;
I do not want to love like I've never been hurt,
I have been hurt and my heart broken into a million pieces.
Still hope surfaces once in a while,
It is why it is a dangerous thing;
Since the result is always broken heart again
This seems to go on in a full cycle, me being completely aware of this.
Why? Oh why? can’t the heart learn to not to ache for someone;
May be because it is not the brain,
Somehow always it seems like the heart overtakes the logic
And here I am, again, cursing hope and leaking through my eyes.
Hope indeed is a dangerous thing,
People are blessed in different ways,
Well then why can’t I have the basic blessing
Of having someone yearn for me and my love?
Me thinks the maker wants me to be deserted,
Deserted in the world of happy couples,
Heck, if I had another half of me, no matter how ill balanced
It would be better than this agony.