He was the night sky,
She was a star,
Always together,
Never one.
He wrote what he felt for her
of how her twinkles light up his dark.
But they never get to her.
One more note was added in his drafts.

Fragrant pens and beautiful poems
Pink papers and artistic handwriting.
She wrote about the beauty in his black
of how they make her twinkles shine.
but they never got to him.
Only the dustbin knows how much she loves him

- Stefn Sylvester Anyatonwu

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