Catching My Falling Star
Carina- my falling star. The evening star. I only see her when night. When I'm alone. When I'm sad. I never thought she disapear. Her hair was red and curly. Her cofee-bworn eyes were twinkling stars. Freckles faintly dotted on her cheeks but only visible in sunshine. Shey so beautiful in day but I only seen her a...