Hold My Hope | Poetry

These stars have died, bloodshed Lights sparkling on the other side Hold the hand of the lost Hold the hand of the condemned These self-called saints Wreak hell in the streets (Knock on doors) Hold the hand of the never was Hold the hand of the never were Thousands have died For misinterpreted sins (Fall …

Blue French Horn and the Yellow Umbrella

Okay I will admit I am a HOW I MET YOUR MOTHER FAN and most fans were disappointed with the ending. I will admit I was to, my reasons might fill the whole page so I’ll save you the trouble. In this poem I based it on how Robin and Tracy [The mother] were symbolized …