𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬 ᵖᵒᵉᵗʳʸ

fallen stars

like rain

at the

end of the world

i'd catch them

in my tired hands

and

offer you

the fallen stars,

in the hope

that there

is still

life left.