angel
"My angel," she would give her nothing but these words.
She's been looking for the angel moments among people. His sleeping face, the open-minded girl showing up in her encaged world, the melancholic boy with a tender heart. Hands, especially hers.
She'll blame her for holding too much but she still hasn't given up on her. She'll remember the people to whom she wrote those lines. Every single one who has inspired her and showered her with indescribable intimacy. Hell or heaven. At certain moments she did feel how closed to each one of them.
Her hands, has rescued her in a totally different sense, in a dream, so gentle; while it united them in a most real way. It becomes a symbol stronger than she thought, keeps calling her name, which an angel would never resist. And so it is. She hasn't given up on her.
She's been looking for the angel moments among people. His sleeping face, the open-minded girl showing up in her encaged world, the melancholic boy with a tender heart. Hands, especially hers.
She'll blame her for holding too much but she still hasn't given up on her. She'll remember the people to whom she wrote those lines. Every single one who has inspired her and showered her with indescribable intimacy. Hell or heaven. At certain moments she did feel how closed to each one of them.
Her hands, has rescued her in a totally different sense, in a dream, so gentle; while it united them in a most real way. It becomes a symbol stronger than she thought, keeps calling her name, which an angel would never resist. And so it is. She hasn't given up on her.
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