"In an envelope made of sleepless nights,
in a bag made of daydreams,
I send this letter to the sky for you."
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Under lonely streetlights with forlorn memory,
in the torn pages of unwritten history,
and amidst all the melancholy,
our names will echo with glory.
Tonight I will sing a song
known only to us two.
Tonight I will write a poem
for me and you.
Flames engulf my mind's haze;
my words mourn, bridges burn,
and towards you I pace.
With broken feet and heavy sighs,
I wait for you under ripped skies,
with empty bottles and sleepless eyes.
In windy rooftops with twilight essence,
in every breeze that brings me your presence,
in the letters of hope with invisible ink,
and in memories of sunsets with our
happiness in sync,
I will return.
In a desert filled with your ruins,
I will find myself in your abandoned poems.
Fluttering hair through the summer breeze,
untold stories engraved on dying trees.
A love poem about an anchor
that drowned the entire ship.
With screams of terror,
whispers of horror,
wisps of nostalgia,
and cries of ardor,
I will return.
In songs of chasing cars and
ten million fireflies,
I will wait for you under starless nights
and search for you in my constellations.
And if I were to burst at my seams
as a shooting star in your
stratosphere
will you still remember me
when I return?
