Awww I have such good friends. I <3 Haley.
Just making sure you understand that I care about you.
Hurt is like a white blade through the cold skin of a dying girl.
Hurt is like a noose tied tight around a young boy's neck.
Hurt is like not being able to tell someone that you love them without a mask and the worry that you might hurt them.
But Hurt also brings the hope which lies within the music.
Hope holds the little girl as health is restored and the blade punished.
Hope is what curses the trap door to be unable to fall for the boy's survival and for his crime to be exponged.
Hope is when the one you love finally heares you say what you have longed to wisper in their ear.
Unfortunately Hurt and Hope must go in a pair, but as long as Hope follows, Hurt is gone.
Taylor, you are the only one who will get to read this... I wrote it for you, and me. This poem should be called???... Hope... unless you can come up with a better tittle...I know I misspelled a lot... just ignore the spelling...lol.
Hurt is like a white blade through the cold skin of a dying girl.
Hurt is like a noose tied tight around a young boy's neck.
Hurt is like not being able to tell someone that you love them without a mask and the worry that you might hurt them.
But Hurt also brings the hope which lies within the music.
Hope holds the little girl as health is restored and the blade punished.
Hope is what curses the trap door to be unable to fall for the boy's survival and for his crime to be exponged.
Hope is when the one you love finally heares you say what you have longed to wisper in their ear.
Unfortunately Hurt and Hope must go in a pair, but as long as Hope follows, Hurt is gone.
Taylor, you are the only one who will get to read this... I wrote it for you, and me. This poem should be called???... Hope... unless you can come up with a better tittle...I know I misspelled a lot... just ignore the spelling...lol.