you write on my wall
in french.
the only words
i understand
are truly, madly, deeply...
without you
nothing matters.
sadly,
i am cuckoo
for you too.
i think about angels
having wings. they sing
for you in a courtyard
in an old
swedish church,
bells ringing
as the sun goes down.
it is almost time
for my heart
to be broken.
our siren song
plays to the empty walls around you.
we are full of
memories like birds
saying coucou to the night.
we fall madly in love
with people
we have never met.
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