That dawn felt like
one of those dusks,
when you and me,
ran across the streets.
The only difference was
the silence.
Everything felt the same,
except for 'our' silence.
We never had this kind of silence,
we always laughed, not just smiled
and cried too.
You're that book for me,
which I want to write,
but don't have enough words,
for, I only know the old you.
I hope that you'll laugh on my jokes,
the next time we meet
and will give your shoulder,
if I ever cry.
You've probably never thought about me,
but I wish, someday, you do
and realize some fairytales can be true.
I'm afraid to know
the new you,
what if, the personality I love the most,
doesn't even exist?
I only love you the way
I know you,
and I never wanna wake up
from the dream of that dusk.
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