if the stars are falling,
we collect it like it’s all ours,
Putting it in a glass bottle like fireflies,
to spark light to where it isn’t
to be vanished when it’s morning
their ignite has gone,
by opening the lid
you’ve seen the welts,
on the inlet of your wrist,
to leave mark to where it shoudn’t
to not be vanished when you’re mourning
Aug 11, 2019
Aug 11, 2019 at 5:59 AM UTC
if the stars are falling,
we collect it like it’s all ours,
Putting it in a glass bottle like fireflies,
to spark light to where it isn’t
to be vanished when it’s morning
their ignite has gone,
by opening the lid
you’ve seen the welts,
on the inlet of your wrist,
to leave mark to where it shoudn’t
to not be vanished when you’re mourning