Intuition.
Something tells me not to give up.
Something tells me to wait.
Something tells me to be patient,
For the one I love shall return.
Is it hope?
Why do I cling to it?
Is it promising me something?
A promise that it can't keep.
Hope......
Intuition.
It calls to me.
As if something inside me still fights,
Fights to be free.
"Don't give up." it says to me.
It comforts me,
It reassures me.
Something tells me that it wasn't suppose to end like that.
If it's truly over, then why can't I get her out of my mind?
Intuition......
A friend I never had.