You say
The sky is too blue
The sun is too bright
The clouds are too fluffy
The grass is too wet
The stars hang too low
The water chills to the bone
The fire burns too hot
The moon is too shapely
This adventure is a nuisance
That life is too much
…and that’s how I knew
We were never meant to be
I just wish
I realized it sooner
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