The stars won't fall even at how many times you beg them to light your way,
the sun won't rise until your eyes have fully opened.
And if the clouds would only carry me in my worst state,
that the angels will sing lullabies to me
and the world will love me for only one day.
I am willing to trade my whole being for such long yearned smile.
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PoetryOnly the stars can witness how my sanity collapse, only the oceans running waves across my flesh can watch how slowly, in certainty, how I fall apart.
