Faces and more faces of seeking love

smiles frozen in a moment of hope

as in hope for eternal, what a lie

as no promises become alive

in such place, it becomes a rope

to hang our dreams thereof.


But to the pixels eyes glued

continue searching for someone

in desperation to rid life of loneliness,

to find a home in our homelessness,

“maybe tomorrow I’ll find the one”-

hanging on to hope and truth eluded.



6 thoughts on “Illusive

  1. Please, hang onto hope, and don’t let loneliness hang you. This poem speaks to me.

  2. graceh13 says:

    Here is hoping too, for the find 🙂

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