To love again?

Promises… Once broken they are like candies on the floor,
scattered everywhere from the broken jar…
Never to be repaired and put in its original state.

You are good at talking much without really saying anything,
just keeping my hopes high,
letting me wait for Godot who is never coming.

I know it all and I still hope as no sense remained in my mind.
I hope, thinking I might be wrong,
But my intuition has never failed me.

I am not a desperate woman and I feel like I just
want to catch this tiny, little straw
that you are pushing towards me.
Am I really drowning in this hope for you?


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