Falling Stars

She smelled of smoke, a freshly lit cigar,
She is your own falling star
You made a wish, she fell for you
Because that’s what falling stars do.

She looked like a work of art, full of colors,
Drawn from imagination, in your mind, opening doors
She grabs your hand, you let her lead you away.
You are absolutely certain, she will crumble any day.

She’s a beautiful star if you stare at her from afar,
She will go anywhere with you, even in your rusty old car,
She’s a falling star, already dead,
She could have a life, but chose to make your wish come true instead.