you spun golden silk out of your words, then danced in the fabrics with a grace that ballet dancers wished they possessed


    you had such a passion for the arts, that half the time you didn''t even know what to do with yourself


    i''m not like you, hope


    i can''t hold that type of fire in me like you couldThis narrative has been unlawfully taken from Royal Road. If you see it on Amazon, please report it.


    that''s why i can''t write about anything but you


    i can''t hold you in me because it''s only a matter of time before i burn out


    you don''t know how much i wish i was like you, you don''t know how much i plead with myself to see the world like you did, if only so that i can feel you beside me


    i''m not smart like you were, you know that


    so i need you to tell me what to do, tell me what i can do to make it better


    i just need you to talk to me like how you used to, i just need to hear you right now


    because the other voices won''t stop, they won''t be quiet and i''m not smart like you, i can''t figure out how to shut them up


    i need your help hope


    i need you, Hope.