Originally posted by Coldfire
HopeHope,
Such a fickle thing,
You think it so strong,
When your life is perfect,
When you’re loved,
When nothing’s going wrong,
A rope tightly braided,
Able to hold your weight,
If you should fall,
But when you do stumble,
Your life in ruins,
Your heart torn to pieces,
Scattered all around you,
You come to realize,
Hope is not a rope,
But a tiny thread,
And it will snap,
At the slightest pressure,
Not holding you up,
But letting you drop,
Down, down, down,
Never to rise again.
See The Sun - Dido