Stanza 1
False hope knocks with a gentle sound,
Wearing promises softly crowned.
It paints tomorrow bright and wide,
While hiding the truth it keeps inside.
Stanza 2
It whispers, “Wait, the storm will bend,”
Pretending every break can mend.
Its words are warm, its touch is kind,
Yet leaves no shelter for the mind.
Stanza 3
We hold it close in darkest hours,
Believing in its borrowed powers.
But dawn reveals what night concealed—
A fragile dream that never healed.
Stanza 4
False hope smiles as the truth grows thin,
Teaching loss while dressed as win.
It feeds the heart on empty air,
Then vanishes when hope is bare.
Stanza 5
Still, from its ashes, wisdom grows:
To trust the pain that clearly shows.
For honest scars, though sharp and rough,
Can teach us how to be enough.
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