You’re angelic.
Sitting there by the window,
The light hits you, gently.
You’re glowing.
Absentmindedly playing with your fingers,
You’ve captivated my attention.
You smirk, side-eyed cocky,
As if you know what you’re doing to me.
You lean back in your chair,
Be careful not to fall.
As you push toward,
I notice the bracelets on you,
Colorful.
You’re something different.
You’re quiet,
But only I can hear you.
Speak,
Let the melodious tune ring.
Let me hear you.
You’re shy,
A gem hidden in the rough.
I see you,
Like no one ever has before.
I feel you,
In a way that no one ever could.
This is different.
I’m in love with an angel,
but I can’t fly.
You won’t fall for me,
I can’t reach that high.
I’m in love with an angel--
And God, I wish I could fly.
Feb 10, 2020
Feb 10, 2020 at 11:55 AM UTC
You’re angelic.
Sitting there by the window,
The light hits you, gently.
You’re glowing.
Absentmindedly playing with your fingers,
You’ve captivated my attention.
You smirk, side-eyed cocky,
As if you know what you’re doing to me.
You lean back in your chair,
Be careful not to fall.
As you push toward,
I notice the bracelets on you,
Colorful.
You’re something different.
You’re quiet,
But only I can hear you.
Speak,
Let the melodious tune ring.
Let me hear you.
You’re shy,
A gem hidden in the rough.
I see you,
Like no one ever has before.
I feel you,
In a way that no one ever could.
This is different.
I’m in love with an angel,
but I can’t fly.
You won’t fall for me,
I can’t reach that high.
I’m in love with an angel--
And God, I wish I could fly.
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