ABOOKWITHBEA EXCLUSIVE: Hope by b.f. ocampo

I
I always thought of you.
When will you pursue?
I always hope and
I don’t want a rope,
so I need to cope.

II
I will always be waiting.
But please don’t keep me hoping.
Is it always like this?
Darkness despairing bliss?
I’m tired of escaping tears.

III
But then, all I can do is sigh
to the things I cry.

 

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