Once I have fallen, raising up becomes unbearable. Just like when a star dies and falls.
But when the star falls, we wish for something deep within. And not realizing that the dead can't grant a wish.
So to my love; I have become playful with the fallen, only because I believe you will come. If you do, make sure to find the star we both looked at when holding each other.
And tell it, that there was a man that once loved you so much, that his visions of you became his friends.
And no human ever came to such ends.
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PoetryThis is a series of love poems written by me. "May we meet where the eye can find its rest, And where our hearts beat for each other, even outside of our breasts."
