Self Prose

I'm talking about this girl

The mirth of the day was over 

and so as the night grew, 

she instantly stared at the sky
and saw a very bright star,

she thought of a wish

but her heart was strangely crestfallen.

She was taken aback, 

she couldn't make a wish at all,

she was afraid, 

too afraid that maybe 

she already stopped believing.