If you fall for me

Poetry

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the sky may give a hearty sigh, as you watch and wait for the stars to fall, whilst you’re all ablaze with lovers light, you might hold your breath throughout the nights, as we become the poem and I write these lines, you might find yourself on a bookshelf in a bookstore of mine, be warned — I might be difficult to read, exhale, remember to breathe