#duskandsun
All the stars are falling down.
_Make a wish_ —
maybe we’ll fall in love
before they hit the ground.
And if it fails, I guess we’re
just crashing down.
To shot my shot, and try to be
your shooting star —
aimed so high,
but I was falling too fast
at the sight of your brown eyes,
soft as cosmic dust.
I’m the dusk, you’re the sun —
and if we make love
to make a son,
will that light save us,
or are we still just crashing down?
Until then - hold me in the silence
between the boom and the burn —
where gravity forgets us,
and stars don’t return.
And if we’re meant to fall,
then let it be together —
two sparks in the dark,
pretending we’re forever.
Even if we burn out
before the dawn,
at least we lit the sky while
we were on.
Jul 30, 2025
Jul 30, 2025 at 10:44 AM UTC