viernes, 9 de enero de 2015

Well Will see, won't we?

I hope that, 
some of the things I write (to you)
will eventually fly around the world enough, 
for you to hear them
read them, 
be them.

I hope that, 
one day you could be as infatuated with me, 
as I am with you.
And every possible imaginary encounter, 
that I dreamt of, 
sucks in comparison to the real one.

And maybe, one day, 
my words will travel around the world. 
But you won't want to come looking for me.
And I won't complain.

I hope, 
I haven't just, 
dreamt you.
(Not) Again.

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