Author's Note: Actually when I wrote this poem, I wrote from past experience and not about my love life currently. Or my lack of one...
Anyway, this poem is basically about how rumors that a certain someone likes you can bring hope, false hope. And there is no way to get away from it. Now humans are very imaginative organisms. That's one of the things that separates us from the other organisms on this confusing place we call earth. So though you know these rumors are meaningless it starts a spark inside, and you start thinking the magical "What if it's true?" Now you're done for. Your heart will ache till you express your feelings than when you find out the truth you become a sorry shell of a human being, a very embarrassed shell. This poem is not a form of advice just a statement of the truth. I don't mean to be pessimistic but humans are humans. They will dream. You cannot tell someone not to hope, it is futile. Just a futile as trying to guess someone's feelings.
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Tiny bubbles inside your soul
Bringing new thoughts to the surface
Thoughts you hadn't dared to think
'Til those fatal words were whispered
Contrary to your thoughts
They brought new life
But the new flora is poisonous
You don’t realize this till it's too late
'Til you do something stupid
And the truth comes out.
These words were small lies
Dressed up as sheep
You had no reason not to doubt them,
Other than your own instincts.
We deny our link to the animals
So we forget that instincts can save you
Save your heart from dying
From unwittingly committing suicide
By taking the small pill
The pill called hope...
