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Fire burns in your mind
You complain about the heat.
I would carry buckets of water
For thousands of miles,
Pray for storms
Just to bring you a cool
Breeze.
I would quiet the burns
Playing your favorite song
Every night.
But time and time again
I burned at the price of others.
I would care for you
But I sit in ruins.
My arms are ash not
Strong enough to lift.
My voice is smoke.
My piano teeth are bent and broken.
No melodies will come from my embers
But at least I can appreciate the warmth.
We don't step on the same ground.
We are miles apart, yet we breathe the same air and gaze at the same sky.
Meeting you might be a miracle or a chance.

You are a virtual knight.
A prince charming I thought of just like in fairy tales.
YOU
I like you so much!
Everyone knows that I do.
I am not hiding it, because genuine love shines for your eyes to see.

Just let me love you like this.
Please don't tell me to stop writing these feelings out.

These letters are only for you.
There is no other you in my life.
It's you, just you.
Only you.
You lost it
...
The pre-dawn sky still held stars
and she shivered beneath their cold light.
Arms crossed against the weather
eyes darting, yet her posture is held tight.
The stars light up the sidewalk
and her darting eyes look tired.
She sighs glancing at the ground once more
then checks how much time transpired.
Her hand touches her ear
checking to see if she missed it.
It's still not there and the night is fading,
yet she doesn't want a replacement.
Her hand falls to her side with a thud
and her heels clack loudly.
She's done what she could
yet there's a risk paid for acting proudly.
She didn't look back to the grass
where a small object reflected the starlight.
The earring was there
but it was fading away with the night.
...
It isn't the only thing I lost.
.
As I sit
On a deck chair
In the sun
Outside my childhood home
And let the sun
Leave its mark of beauty
On my skin,
My thoughts flow
Like poetry
And I am happy once again.

I can hear
The delicate chirp
Of birds
And wonder whether
They're saying:
"You should've done this
A long time ago."
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