the way she sway in the wind breeze
the fact she hurts even in kind
the truth of her that I would not accept
the throbbing pain her gaze causes
that mesmerising look on my stoned face
that swirling colours that followed her steps
that sweet smell of her that lingers
that sinking feeling her absence leave behind
my heart skipped a beat in her presence
my pain heals in her proximity
my breath drew shorter at the sound of her voice
my knees buckle when she whispered the words I longed to hear
am I a fool for being this way
I guess I am for she is an angel I could not touch
the fact she hurts even in kind
the truth of her that I would not accept
the throbbing pain her gaze causes
that mesmerising look on my stoned face
that swirling colours that followed her steps
that sweet smell of her that lingers
that sinking feeling her absence leave behind
my heart skipped a beat in her presence
my pain heals in her proximity
my breath drew shorter at the sound of her voice
my knees buckle when she whispered the words I longed to hear
am I a fool for being this way
I guess I am for she is an angel I could not touch
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