A lover cheats on love, shorthanded
she still wants to be friends.
Innocently, we pick a rotten apple
no sauce will it make, we still hope
if some cider could it make.
Hoping against hope we delude ourselves.
it's hard to give up the lost causes
when an investment has been made.
Especially of a hopeful heart.
Still on hope, the world revolves.
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