With a world full of fighting and insecurities
How can I be expected to believe in the
Goodness of people and the concept of love?
Am I searching for that which has never existed?
Do I want what no on can have?
Am I a fool to believe in the idea that
I will be different?
How do we live in a world such as this?
How do we survive the pain?
And yet
My Hope
When I see you walking
My heat skips a beat
When I talk to you
My breath catches
When I think about you
I can�t help but pray
I want to be different
I need to be different
You don�t even see
Things right before your eyes
You don�t even know
That I feel this way
I want to know you
I long to embrace you
The way I did that day