THE LIES CONSTELLATIONS TELL
Frothy, bitter ignorance with a hint of melancholy juxtaposition
Starry gazes from the starry boy, & all he’s ever known is easy acceptance
The quixotic girl that wants to use quixotic in a sentence
28 tears fall but get confused with 28 raindrops
Poignant confusion from the girl who doesn’t know how to reply
Forgotten calculators and nostalgic Friday night football games
And worst of all the striking, romantic clouds of bitter realization that we won’t talk anymore
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