Once it was a wildfire,
the love.
Now its a candle, I have to protect
from the merciless wind.
What if sky is a seashore?
Then I could sit on white sands
and watch the city above.
Street lights will be my stars
and you'll be my moon.
I love how my mind
read your texts
with your voice.
You're my north star
when I'm lost in sea of words.
You don't know how lucky you are.
You get to be loved
without giving away your heart.
Did universe ask you to lie to me
by saying you don't love me
to give me another life lesson?
I hope
at least one versions of you
will fall for
one versions of me.
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