I am a writerMature

I am a writer
I could write
how your fingertips
match the stars
and aline your smile
with the moon
I could write your eyes
into galaxies
and still
not a one
would come close to you
I could write
how I'd hold tight
and never let go
I could write
how my heart
jumps out of my chest
when I see you
I could write
that I love you
but it was,
long before,
already written
in the sky
for you
I am a writer
I could write
every constellation into your skin
but
I could never write
you
I am a writer

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