
Better to feed hopes
When heart is pumped
Life tends to rise

You left me naked and alone.
And after my grief ebbed
I sat straight up and dignified
And began to mend
Soon, I’ll be whole again.

Mending a broken heart,
with the threads of hope

Only hope can
mend a broken heart.

I decided to weave it

When you can mend your heart
Don’t drown in depression

Hope is what keeps her going.
Hope is why her heart still beats.
Against all the wrong doing,
Why love she always greets…

The naked truth is though

So with love and hope I repair…
Ready to give my heart
In life’s dance!

So many people
bare themself
for the world to see,
in hopes of acceptance
that will never be.

I sit here nude open
and care free for
I still have Hopes
to mend in my Heart
and Dreams.

She had hopes
of mending my heart.


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