Hope… - Poem by GHOST WRITER
Like ice gets scraped off the windscreen every day
My heart has been broken in every way
As the clocks turn with every second a chime
My heart has been broken so many times
As life takes it turns, reasons to be known
My heart aches further, reasons unknown
Yet now I met you, is this a change
Is happiness in reach, long term in range?
Will sadness cloud over letting sunshine prevail
Will happiness fly up and take up the sail?
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