Dreamy relationships, just a few,
only none of them were a dream come true.
But steady holding onto hope,
I'm constantly giving myself more rope.
One day I know I'm gonna hang
for foolishly believing that love will find a way,
that soulmates exist,
that fairy tales do come true,
that happily ever after is something you are...
not something you do.
Every failure, a stumbling block,
gets in my way.
Chipping away my confidence,
hesitation marking my delay.
My carefree approach to life,
threatened by bitterness;
what a lonely plight.
But I hang on,
my rope of hope is still strong.
The fallen ones are distant memories.
Once stumbling blocks;
now are just gravel on the twisting,
winding road of my heart's dreams.
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