And on polyester cushions
We will fall out of love

Its simple:
The sun ran away
So the flowers proceeded to self destruct
And the spaceships crashed
Into glorious moons
Shooting sparks of stars to me and you

But we hadn’t noticed the splendor,
Nor had we acknowledged the muddy earth
Not like it mattered
And on polyester cushions
We fell out of love
As sunsets smacked the land
With falling hues
And as the murky air
Inevitably weighed us down
And all that remained were
Pure, white clouds
And green grass for the picking
And polyester
To aid our falling
Out
Of
Love.
 
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