Angel of my angel was what he said
Somehow I felt he was referring to me;
his looks said it all.
Lost in the heat of his eyes
I surely put a melting candle to shame
And when he grabbed my hands
I tell you my pulses outrun my heartbeat
And that was quite a feat
Considering my heart played
out a really fast Afro pop,
i might have actually
danced to the beat inside my mind.
Then he spoke
And the music paused, revived, paused, stuttered
then soared on wings of regeae
to heights i cannot express.
At that point I knew he was my prince charming in flesh and blood
His voice gruff, yet comforting
in its roughness
We were about stepping into the boat
When......
The contact of the hard floor on
my delicate skin woke me up
I should have known it was all a dream
When the guy was wearing a tuxedo
Who do I think I was
A white highschool girl?.
But then, Angel of my angel
I heard yet again
Was my dream becoming a reality?.
Hope surface like Nolly-wood ghosts
Then return the way it came
It was just my new alarm clock
Am late for lectures once again
Our forever was just a night long.
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I can't wait to hear your view concerning this poem, don't be a ghost reader😥
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