this is a poem
an ode
if you will
to lost hope
and sad sighs
broken hearts
and crying eyes
this is for you
and for me
and for everyone who's ever loved
and lost
or loves still
this is for us, these hopeless romantics
(they call us hopeless for a reason)
pretending to hate
to be hard
pretending that we're dead inside
baby, you and i know
that there's still a faint glimmer
that keeps us truly alive
that hope
that dream
the one we try to hide
(i won't tell your secret if you don't tell mine)
this is a poem
an ode if you will
to still wanting the fairy tale
to still wanting love
to still praying for romance
a poem
and my confession
yep
my dirty secret kids
i'm in love with love
i'm not the cold hard bitch i let everyone think
i cry
and bleed
and die
a little inside
everytime
i give my heart away
only to have it returned to me
just a little more broken
so now the pieces are kept
neatly
in a velvet box
while i lie
and tell you all
that my heart doesn't exist anymore
© 2006 scarlett_pixie
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