your lips whisper metaphors and your eyes reflect the stars
but your heart is cold
and you've broken down the cities we built out of clay and tears
your lips whisper a thousand lies
and your tongue speaks in monotone
the blossoms of your imagination
lay in shreds in the darkest pits of your thoughts
and of all of my imperfectly flawed decisions,
you have got to be the one i regret the least.
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