A False Hope
If all I've done has been in haste,
then one more word I shall not waste.
The words I've said, the flowers too,
are all just dreams I had for you.
The many sleepless nights I've had,
were caused by memories mostly sad.
Love cannot be made to start,
It must be felt within one's heart.
Your love for me may not be true
It's all been false, a hope I grew.
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