can be found in the gentleness of a pair of eyes
Deep within the confounds of the soul
are the words pleading for love to hold
And the chest races with approaching unease
to be weighed and measured and found unworthy
of all the merriment that once came tumbling down
like a downpour of rain in a blink of a moment
Nostalgia is a viper that stings with blinding venom
It will make the past seem better than any new beginning
It will swear all that they did meant more back then,
Then what could ever attempt to hold you close enough, again
Hope rings out clear like a lightening strike
Shooting brightly across a storming black night
A heart quivers like a small candle lit
beating "let it be true. let it be true. will they extinguish it?"
- les'nspired
(that last line... keeps changing....)
