Hope

A broken promise, with a gleam of hope.

She’ll write a letter in a cloud of smoke.

Directed to you, a tear for each stroke.

Alone she will sit, with no chance to cope.

I, a man with hope, will someday hold her.

For a taste of love; no wish for power.

To conquer the bad, that haunts her hours.

Will save a brittle soul from turning sour.

You took her for less; in time will lose more.

What one may embrace, you’ve labeled a chore.

Her eyes a home with a sparkling decor.

I’ve never yet met this beauty before.

It’s hope that carries me to her front door.

Reviews

[N_a_t_i_a]

beautiful.. reads very smoothly. love...takes a lot of courage but hope always does it :)

[Bridgette's Ink]

This is lovely.

Will you read my story Him and comment

[Stripes]

This is very pretty, I love the way the rhymes flow and none of them seem forced or awkward. The concept is very well perceived and I love the wording. Fantastic!

[Sleeping Maiden]

wow. Beautiful flow here. I love it! Nice imagery as well! Fantastic write! This was enjoyable to read.

[nostal]

haha beautiful rhythm and flow and subject and diction

[sarah]

this is so sweet and I love how you made it rhyme I can't rhyme even if I try haha great write!