I wake up hoping to be the burning summer,
That softens the coldness of your heart.
Would drape your body in my sheets of warmth-
Our union would be a melting point of art.
I wake up and yet still dream,
Dream of an existence where I am yours.
Desperately holding on to a heart that you steal
Every time our paths cross.
I wake up and write tales in my mind,
A universe that we escape to in each other's eyes,
The thread of fate binding our souls,
Within imagination, I give truth to my lies.
I wake up just to fall twice and thrice.
If I was drought, then you'd be rainfall that is suffice.
In a hope-lost civilization,
You'd be the leap of faith I take numerous times.
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