SKY BLUEwhenever i imagine you, it's as an ocean.
falling in waves, pulling and foaming and mostly unexplored, drinking your milkshake like im not staring at you.
you tell me i have stars in my eyes, and i make the mistake of telling you who put them there.
you aren't even fazed, though. you lick the straw, ask for whipped cream, and tell me that im lying to you.
you say i make my own universes; and that night i dream about you as a galaxy instead of an ocean.
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blue pools x pink skies
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