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The Story Of A Guy's Last Hope

Through torcher and terrany,
Ice burning skin,
fire cooling the wind,
A guy,
a sweet and kind one at that,
Still sits motionless.

Without a reason to stand,
or to weep,
his face ran covered by drops of the heavens.

As he never moved or budged,
heaven cried down begging him to move,
to cry and weep,
yet again he never moved.

A passing beauty cought his eyes,
he tried to stand,
but could not,
he had forgotten how to.

He tried to speak or scream to get her attention,
but he could not talk,
it turned out to be his crush of his past,
and yet he could not get her attention.

he could not do anything,
so then he started to weep,
whats that,
he started to weep,
and she notice his tears.

She came to him to chear him up,
just comung to him released him,
from his weeping,
but he still couldnt do anything.

His last hope contemplated on a reason,
she is a fantastic reason,
but he did not know if she be his reason,
will this girl be his unsealer,
or his distruction.

This is The Story Of a Guy Who's last hope is a girl,
A girl of his past,
a girl who is an angel to his eyes and ears,
she is his reason and life,
will she save him with a kiss,
or doom him with a step away.

Does he dare cry hiself to sleep,
This Is A Story of  A Guy's Last Hope

Author notes

this is based off of truth and personality. This is not just a thing to judge, its a story of my heart to the probability of this girls choice.

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  • ThEcHoSeNoNe
    September 27

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    Your right, who would I be to judge this story. Your punctuation and spelling is awfull though, try using spell check.

    keep up the good work


    • Tadd
      October 3

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      you could judge it, and this is from my emotions and is being made into a book, im in the prosses of writing a book with the same name and idea of this poem.