Doubt's Relief
My mind so full of doubt,
positive that despondence lies ahead.
Why do I start to pout,
before those weighty words have even been said?
I listen closely, expecting despair,
but one more night my heart has been spared.
Hope is once again found,
just as it began to drown.
That's when my mind really starts to turn,
so much so that my eyes begin to burn.
I question this affection,
a constant victim of my deflection.
But as for now she still reveres something she can only see,
which draws her smile out, gleaming openly.
What has she found deep within my soul
could it be that I haven't been sentenced to a solitary role?
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