Have I told you
how much coins I saved
for wishes made on wishing well?
And there is no falling star I crave,
for you are my wish, and you are real.

Have I told you
how butterflies play in me
when I hear from you the words I lost?
And fireworks explode inside me
as our lips touched while eyes closed.

Have I told you
that your voice is a lullaby?
I learned to dream as you watch me sleep.
But your silence hums goodbye,
I seem to lose what I'm trying to keep.

Have I told you
how I carved your name on my mind?
It's what I always say, I always write.
And your body is painted on my skin,
as you let go from holding me tight.

Have I told you
that in each chapter, in each page of my story
are feelings anew?
And I have turned you into a poetry,
behind each line, each word, is you.

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I guess I haven't.
I guess I won't have the chance to.