this is not from a bitter heart

To you who wrote a message in a bottle.
To you who used words so deep that only you and the geniuses of the dead could understand.
To you who waited under the flickering light of the lamp post at the second street.
To you who threw paper aeroplanes at the window every night.
To you who climbed that mango tree.
Why does it always have to be the mango tree?
To you who watched sunset by the sea.
To you who ran 700 miles.
To you who wrote love letters for a while.
To you who kissed another.
To you who became another’s lover.
To you who is untrue,
To you i’ll say adieu.

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