In my poem we can

In my poem we can be
Because the world is hard to please
It is averse to fantasy
Not a home for dreams
Hearts are too soft not to break here
They weren't made to survive
There aren't enough promises
That don't break apart
So in my poem we can believe
Our hearts are not asleep
No mountains pull us apart
It is not even a possibility
Here we are allowed to love
And nothing else matters
Far away from the world
With the worst possible weather.