I thought life would be a breeze

Sing a little

Swing a little

Some memories in between:

The greatest dream.


I thought love would be so simple

Dance with me

Hold my hand

Some desire between both bodies:

The sweetest thing.


All the while I've been sitting

Staring into the stars

Starring in the stare

Finally realizing:

We're just two bright balls of light

Soon to explode

(Perhaps to implode?)

in this dark sky

We will become:

The wish behind the shooting star.

Two unique catastrophes

Bringing hope to a failing world

By failing first.