There she sat everyday
Only about seven feet away
But it might as well been seven million miles
She tortured me from her perch where she was sitting
Having angel in her name was oh so fitting
Hypnotic smile
Flawless from head to toe
I wondered if she even knew my name
When the bell chimed alone home I would go
Visions of her filled my brain
The thought of never having her
Nearly drove me insane
In my mind she was my lover
She only loved me
She loved no other
Rumors of her promiscuity filled the halls
A nearly mute whisper of her sinful forbidden love with someone too close
None of those stories changed how I felt
When ever I was fortunate enough to lay eyes on her
My heart would melt
Oh my sweet angel why couldn't I make you see
Oh Angelina why couldn't it have been me?
- Author: Carter M. Flynn ( Offline)
- Published: January 18th, 2023 11:32
- Category: Love
- Views: 8
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