Ah the little things will kill you
And they say that’s due to hope
Hoping for improvement
Over a loveless gloat
Hope is heavy
And makes you light
Hope is solid
And made of light
Not liquid nor a gas
Hope is not something you can pass
Like a test by thirsty friend
Hope is sweetness
Condensed like milk
Until she knows she’s your one
“Hope is not something you can pass
Like a test by a thirsty friend”
Great imagery. It’s transportative