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The Angel That Stands Before Me

Lilacs dancing to the rhythm of the winds

The sun beaming down on me & my friends

Light glistens across the water’s edge

But all this beauty can’t keep me from feeling just dread. 


Because there’s an angel that stands before me

Unaware that my heart is placed firmly in her hands.

This torture I must endure as I continue to pretend

That she occupies no other space than that of a friend.


This love I feel for her is the seed of a forbidden fruit

For she is with my best friend and there is nothing I can do.

I had hoped it was just a crush, a passing taboo

Yet every day my feelings for her bloom, and bloom.


When I smell her perfume I daydream of raspberry sunsets

Her lip gloss invoking the tasteful pleasures of pastries made

Her smile could just light up the moon on a summer’s day

Her eyes sparkle like diamonds encased in stones of jade.


What would she do if she knew I had these feelings?

We will never know because I can’t let them out.

So, the angel that stands before me

Will never know.

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