Bears

You learn to live with things in time.
To accept them as who you are.
The way your hair curls in frizz on a rainy day.
How you’ll never be an Astronaut but the night skies your eyes are set on.
The sound of each sigh with memories recalled. It’s a part of what defines you.
And so this longing, constant feeling of emptiness,
knowing nothing will ever fill it will too settle in time.
You just breath and accept.

Even angels you can dethrone.
Captians drift from their seas.
And so too our love dies.

Ill be wrestling these bears my whole life.

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