Hope

Yes ; my fault ; I love too much;

I fall hard; naked; unfiltered; unabashed, 

Yes; my fault; this heart flutters too much;

It bleeds your blood; hurt; and disheartened, 

But alas; you never know; never be able to know;

My feelings; they would forever stay unrequited;

Heart proposes; Head disposes; this cycle goes repeated, 

Still these eyes wonder for a light at end of tunnel;

That one day; your heart will bleed too; day- when you may be mine.