I don’t know why you always give me the hopes.
The hope of someday we will see each other upfront.
The hope we have that extra ‘something’ in ‘us'.
The hope that always make me hold on to it.
Most of all, hold on to you.
The hope I know making a complete fool of myself.
The selfish hopes of you.
And I,
Can’t help but pray those hopes aren’t false hopes but words of a man.
A man that always holds on to their hopes.
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