days,
years,
filled with dreams and plans.
gifted beyond measure.
surely I will be happy again,
for the first time.
thinking that I would be able to find love,
beyond measure.
filled with worries.
filled with hope.
filed with love fore the future.
respect for the past.
how will I explain all of the things that I need.
all the words that I need
seem to be just out of reach.
what other hope do I have,
until someone will be able to explain my life to me.