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I love you.
I do not know if you feel the same.
I want to be your guardian angel.
But no matter how hard I try.
I'm not.
I can't.
I never can be.


Submitted:May 6, 2008    Reads: 634    Comments: 22    Likes: 5   


    Dusk enters into day,

    Extinguishing all light.

    And there your body lays,

    Quiet and unmoving.

                   .

    Your beautiful eyes brighter than any moon,

    Your smile warmer than any sun.

    I dream of you every night,

    In an everlasting untouched utopia.

                   .

    This despondent hope of mine,

    Fails every time you walk past without a word.

    And I'm left with only the smell of your hair,

    And the sad eyes watching you fade in the distance.

                   .

    My love for you could never be taken away,

    No food or drink could ever replenish the feelings that I have for you.

    This love is like a malady,

    And there is no cure.

                   .

    Your benevolent personality takes me away,

    And I spread my wings to fly.

    But I have no wings,

    And so I stay.

                .

    I inhale you like my oxygen,

    And when I see you there is nobody else.

    And when I exhale,

    You are gone.

                .

    I wish to protect you,

    To take you away from evil's barrier.

    I wish for you to come away with me,

    And leave behind everything for something new.

                 .

    If only I had the wings of an angel,

    I could take you up on my wings and fly off.

    And if you would come with me,

    We would soar forever in the heavens.

                    .

    But I am no angel,

    These wings are not made of beautiful feathers.

    But of stone and rock,

    That hold me away from you and your open heart.

                   .

    If I could be your guardian angel,

    I would watch over you endlessly.

    If I were an angel,

    I would keep your love always.

                  .

    But I am no angel,

    This heart of mine is not made of stone and rock.

    But out of stitches and dried blood,

    From losing you when I could have held onto you.

                .

    I am no guardian angel.

    I am no angel.

    I have no heart of gold.

    But I still love you.





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