A prayer.

Lasting is the Trial
By: the iHope Poet

Waiting is a prayer.
A hope that swells so full inside,
and stirs up the air of your day in a stride.

Longing is a loss.
It pours your soul out on the floor,
all joys are tossed for the sake of what's more.

And lasting,
Lasting is the trial.
Requiring such a drawn-out while.

So much will and deep-end struggle,
longing for respite somewhere.
But waiting is the prayer.

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Left here tonight

Pillow Stains

By: the iHope Poet

The longest nights are known by those

whose eyes remain unclosed. 

And waterfalls are loudest to 

the girl whose heart he stole. 

The tears, the stains, the renting pain, 

it's all left in a heap. 

This is the pillow of the girl 

who cries herself to sleep. 

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