ANGELS

As the rain beats downon your wet, dripping hair you peer through the streams at her. She steps lightly like there was no gravity around her, she walks amongst the angels, amongst the stars; she flies to the moon and you try to follow but your feet wont leave the security of the Earth. You jump for will all your might and you fall, you must fall, for if you don't you'll never know your own worth and through the clouds in your head, your mind focuses on her; you fantasize about her,talking to her, flying with her, walking with her and as she walks by for what seems to be the millionth time in this split-second she notices you noticing her and decides upon her own thoughts and as she walks back you freeze and as she speaks to you you're lifted up off the ground and you now can fly with her, fly

with her to the moon,
fly with...

your Angel.

For Angel Watkins

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