A Question. Poem by Victoria Thompson

The twisted hopefulness splitters into a thin crease, captivating it's luminosity which has fallen from the dark night, dusted by tiny specks of wonder. At this point one may come to wonder if and only if it could be to finally realize the something that has always been available. Just as such as this new sparkle of hope with such subtle pro fain abstinence can easily be forgotten. When it doesn't go over well, you might have second thoughts of it's wonder. I for one am able to say, that I have been in these conflicting times. The sweetest blue shadowed broken surrender will play like a repeat. New for you and the time that I've been so weak.There are moments here in desperate calling when I have tried to sleep. Just come and learn what I have been fighting for. When you realize where it came from. Saying those oh, so spiteful hello's and regretting it's cold unfriendly welcome to your suspense. For thousands of times they've told you, that your dying for it. When your face sees the morning after when the clouds have begun there slow submerse into the blurred distance. Lighten up the picture and finally closed your eyes.