Falling Stars Poem by Vickii Kline

When i meet a falling star It looks to me as if im the alien, im the stranger on this planet Am i no better As do i look at him to and fro Wondering why does he come here on to this planet As i dust my self off I speak to him wondering if he knows how to speak back Why do you come here? why now? What do you want from me?
I do not have much? take what u like! He still saresat me with those beedy little eyes as i back away slowly he says
please do not go please stay i am alone i am lost i come in peace he chuckles I say, ok i will stay as i chuckle along with him. I say please take me away from this horried place.