i see the stars as your taunting eyes.
playing with the fact that you'd never stay.
as stars, you'll leave me at dawn.
and as stars, you won't feel a damn thing.
and the stars seem painted for me by you,
your eyes; i, the reason you open them anymore.
glistening with old and new pain, mostly my fault.
as stars, you're brighter than it all.
and as stars, i don't care for you one bit.
and i see your lips kissing mountains, hands wiping away stars.
the brightest lips, the warmest lips.
but you stole my damn stars.
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