More little poems

Watching out my window, I see the stars fall.
Hearing the hoot owl cease his call
Sun comes and lights the sky
Soon now I will die
The perfect time has yet to pass
Sweet memories are vast
Bad ones chase them away
I beg them to stay
The perfect time has come
Will they miss me?
Do they even see?

Watching out my window, I see one star the didn’t fall
The hoot own no longer calls
The start fades as the cut deepens
The blood seeping
I watch the star go
I want to live! NO!
Sweet memories of our past
Horrible ones are too vast
I cant chase them away
They insist they stay
My star is gone
You were my star