A few years later I ran into her again,
A different town, a different me.
Yet she stayed the same:
Just as beautiful, just as sweet,
Just as amazing as I had once dreamt,
I finally got her name,
But I promised not to share,
Wrote it on my heart,
So I could never forget
The angel I had met.
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She came up to me a few years ago,
To simply ask for the time.
Stunned by her beauty I could not respond.
She looked like an angel.
With sun kissed, radiant, unblemished, skin.
A voice that resonated in my heart.
Her body curving in all the right places.
Tongue tied and heavy hearted,
I told her 3:35, as she turned to walk away.
She span around in slow motion.
Thanks, she said, with a smile upon her face.
My heart was set ablaze, I felt faint.
I asked all I knew "have you her name?"
Every question answered the same,
Dismayed, I began to give up.
The woman of my dreams stayed just that, a dream.
Until a year later, when I bumped into her again.
Find beauty in imperfection,
Free of any restriction.
Treat equally with affection,
Those of another complexion,
Because under inspection,
And with introspection,
You'll never find true perfection.
As sunlight fades away,
The man gets led astray.
When his bottle starts to empty,
So does his mental ability.
His mind on insensible mysteries,
And inauspicious discoveries,
He finds a woman bathed in red,
Who sucks his soul until its dead.
She's got a tramp stamp and an attitude to match,
Looking to be one hell of a catch.
No one knows her true origin,
Or why her heart pumps liquid nitrogen.
She tries to live wild and free,
But keeps up with every responsibility.
She is narcissistic and sympathetic,
Her heart distressed,
Her body afflicted,
Her mind overwhelmed.
She tends to her friends,
Always to all ends.
Hiding her darkness in plain light,
With just her stamp to show,
That you never really know.
She wandered about,
Looking for love.
Waiting to be
Wrapped in a soft sheltered glove.
As days went on
Her thoughts ebbed and swayed,
And every night
On her knees she prayed.
What was it,
That she was longing,
More than just,
To one belonging?
Strolling through the dark lit woods,
passing by where you once stood.
Remembering your every inch,
has my throat closing to a pinch.
I remember still your last words,
as we saw those dazzling mockingbirds..
"these are the most beautiful things I've ever seen, but now that I am 18,
it's time for me to leave"
and with that you went away,
leaving me alone to grieve,
strolling through these dark lit woods,
passing by where you once stood
