Mars

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Mars


You hold all of my stars in your pocket

They shine so bright

Just like a flying rocket

As it catches flight


You polish each one

With your delicate hands

Like an orbiting sun

That never lands


You catch them before they fade

Like a firefly in the night

Each one is carefully made

With the purest light


Hold me close to you

So I can feel your radiating heat

Inside of this deep blue

Where the Earth and the sky meet


Slide your hands over mine

I want to kiss you so

Your lips taste like wine

The light begins to grow


I want you to whisper to me

And catch all my stars

Without you I simply wouldn't be

Just like living on Mars


The fire engulfs each lung

It burns me alive inside

Scorching me with a twisted tongue

I have nowhere to hide


Engulfed I burn

Completely down to ashes

I lie twisting with each turn

My heart and ego crashes


You can't stop this rocket

It's flying too damn fast

Please hang on to the stars in your pocket

Before they too whiz on past


I try to crash into Earth

But I have nowhere to land

Without you there's no rebirth

Like crashing into quicksand


The stars start to die

The Earth catches my fall

I look up to the black sky

As I feel so small


Your hands wasn't there to stop me

But at least you caught the stars

Can you hold my insanity

while I burn like Mars


A.D. Small

November 11, 2023

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