HUSH LOVE ....* a note to self

 Its okay to sleep a little while longer ;
plaster thy smile,you must be stronger.
Dream you must but don't you linger;
play along don't  be much of a thinker.
It's okay to cry but hasten, hush love.

Ride the ride of your fall,keep the fight.
Twilight has dawn ;after dark cometh light.
Move it and make it; in life all is bait.
I will be stronger just you watch and wait.
Its okay to cry but hasten, hush love.

Tears like the smile is rightfully your,
so grief like the joys you must endure.
Cost of dreams,today you must pay,
when all's said , tomorrow is another day.

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