Finding Despair…

I searched a mile of mountains to know
What despair did mean,
I felled accustomed to the failure
but my hopes never ceased
Then once did I fell in love
And betrayal knocked us broke
A little meaning did I found
But nothing much in whole.
A moment that never came
It’s meaning was encored with my existence
Never could love my own self
And Despair was within.

Her

And for once I couldn’t decide if I wanted to be her ;with the placid brave heart and presuming stability or be on her and battle her streaks of hair to reach her gazed up eyes. To be able to know how her mind fluctuates with healing essences of varied thoughts and how she holds her silver words in her pursed lips. I would love to know how she is when she’s alone and how she would be when she sleeps, and I wonder if she tells me all or is there still a cave in her heart untrodden. I want to visit that, I want to visit her …..everyday.