poetry

Grow; a poem

We’ll lie asleep

While angels weep

And all the bad things

Pass us by

Yes,lovers cry

But no matter the ache

Make no mistake

This will not be the end

Hearts will mend

Dreams will grow

And you will know

What it is to have a happily ever after

Despite these unholy disasters

So don’t you dare lose fight

Or let hope out of sight

Because you will  be

Something to see

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