shooting stars

when you see purple,

i hope you smell lilac fields

cause

when i seen maroon,

i'm immersed in the autumn bloom.

when you see the moon,

i hope you rest well

cause

when i see the sun,

i wish our time wasn't done.

ah, the second amendment,

right to bear arms

but

to pursue this deadly chase,

can't compare to your bear embrace.

oh, but you were a trigger,

and i'm a pistol

busy

shooting toxic darts,

through lilac and maroon hearts.

setting down the weapons,

i'd rather sit and wait to

hear

of other "star-crossed lovers"

than face your revolver.