ashleymarie love zysek
The Stars Are Falling
I am laying in a field,
my arms act as a shield.
Protecting my eyes from what is coming,
They cover my ears protecting me from the evil lies.
The tears roll down my face as i tie up my shoelace.
The pressure is too much.
I can not breathe.
Is this reality, or is this is just a bad dream.
its only a bad dream.
But then i hear it
my sweet sweet mothers voice, and and..........
i come in.
YES YES the stars must be falling.