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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