Old poem time

Mars

The stars are twinkling in the sky,

Mars is even glowing red.

We lay down on the grass,

and I rest my head against your chest.

It feels so natural.

Like it's meant to be.

So why is everything crashing down around us?

Everything that used to be so perfect

It’s now ruined,

and I don't know how to fix it.

The stars seem to crash down to earth,

and reality is brought back to us.

In the end, all that's left is Mars.