Sunday

Catch a Falling Star

I caught a falling star And made my wish But you didn’t appear I threw the used star back Then dropped to my knees And shed my lonely tears I watched the other falling stars But didn’t reach out my hand To catch those little lights It would be of no use To raise my hopes And wish with all my might Those words are but a rhyme That someone made up To ease the lonely at heart I fell victim One too many times And wished for love to start My tears have stopped now So I wipe my face As I stand to meet the sky And yet again I go To raise my hand and catch Another falling star go by This and all other works contained in this site are copyrighted©. No reproduction in any manner is permitted.

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