Snob
Sometimes I lie to myself
(Telling myself some truths hurts)
Let her be
Don't miss her much
She'll just text you back
But every night I stand under the sky, lit with stars
I find myself cpoet
ng your name in every twinkle
And curving your smile on the moon
Tell me,
Do you not hear my voice in the whispers of the wind?
Or you just too busy
Saying I haven't done much
Say something
Am giving up on you
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