My fingers glide along the weathered marble fountain I can feel the drops of water kissing my skin My eyes peer up as the sun rises over the mountain I breathe in the warm wind; cleansing me from within I reach into my pocket and pull out a copper cent Reminiscent of when it shouted my name from the cement I take a moment to watch it glisten Now it’s the penny’s turn to listen “I wish to be a rose plucked from obscurity I...
I could have weathered a million storms, Fallen for each of your numerous forms After everything we’ve been through I could have truly loved you I could have soaked up the rain And furiously kissed away your pain Whether the moon is white, red, or blue I could have truly loved you I could have gifted you sunlight And show you that you shined just as bright You’re imprinted in my heart, I wish you knew I could have truly l...
Perfect’s rare. I’ve seen it. I’ve held it in my arms. A vision; a dream; An angel.Mine was no ordinary angel: She had no wings, she did not glow with the glory of God and her singing was not much to speak of. In short, she was wonderful. My angel was young, as I, and came from rather closer than far impartial heaven. Her eyes (so very very deep) were wise beyond her years and mine. They taught me to laugh and cry (a tear...
