blue like the tide; blue like his eyes

I like to think the stars and I

remain in open conversation 

as I am constantly telling them

about your eyes and how they

resemble a rolling tide but

maybe both are filled with lies

about what they are hiding

underneath.

I like to think the stars get

jealous at the thought of you 

because they can tell by the                                                                               

way I say your name and the                                                                               

way I always stay that you                                                                                 

shine brighter to me than they                                                                           

ever could.

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