Hopeful but Homeless

Hopeful but Homeless

Hoping for another moment
To pitch my golden roof.
I pledged not to give up,
My only unyielding proof.
And to never leave my cup
Empty, on any account.

Solely, I fought my way
Out of toxic love that kills slowly.
Though, hate has been savage,
But nothing is venomous than acrimony
That nighed, when the soul is at lounge
On a fond fay.

My only stern homelessness
Blast through seventh heaven.
Nobody wants me broken anyway.
Not even my tiny demon.
However, my spot still remain an allay
Of own kind of loneliness.

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