The Star
When I was born my dad had wanted to give me the world...but he couldn't... So instead he gave me a star...
In a mans arms an infant lay and in her small hands was The Star,
She giggled and smiled as the man gently plucked the star from her dainty hands and tossed it into the sky, and there it stayed. Right underneath oriens belt
As she grew older she would spend more time looking for her star. During cloudy nights she would wait and if she couldn't fond it in the sky she would setimea look in a mirror an if she was lucky she would see the star once more burrows deep in her dark brown eyes...
Some nights are long and scary...
Some are alive and beautiful...
But nomatter how dark or scary it is her star will always shine...
Even if she can't see it...
Copyright © Carson Jones | Year Posted 2014
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