Softly, silent criesare heard below
Godly, those cries I know
Of a girl who wishes to be close to another
With dark pearl eyes during the shimmering, sensational summer
To feel a bit of comfort, to know her presence
Through the days, she reminds herself of her true adolescence
Playing with the flowers as they dance her humming tune
Praying, swaying for many hours to feel romance til the moon
As she rested her eyes, I couldn’t help but look after her
For her safety is valued, I much prefer
I prefer that she finds her love though I may not help
Even the slightest sound could identify me, even a soft yelp
As she awakes, she starts to wonder what else she can do
Baking sweet cakes, looking at strong thunder, or anything else new to
Despite these options, she curls up and decides to cry
“…tonight will arrive, he will hold me close sky high”
She’s said this to herself for years, she is no quitter
Yet she has no hatred in her heart, she is not jealous or bitter
Only love and compassion surround her, making her an angel
An angel I cannot interact with, only observe…how painful
As she’s curled up, suspicious droplets come from the sky
Paths of water swirled, and many vicious lanes from hell arrived…why?
The girl screams, shaking her head to stop this nightmare
But it doesn’t stop, the water deepening and her face a total stare
“An observer you are, this is her fate”
Fate is only promised, it is completed by others besides you
If I come to rescue her, I will lose my wings
I will lose my title, a mere human being
To hell with it, I jump towards her
Through the waters, feeling a bump…right here!
She has to be near me, her presence is clear
We will get out together, free from this hell…dear
As I fly towards the sky, I feel my feathers departing
Jazz plays, growing thorns around my body. Real, all of this…starting
The numbness of my body, my eyelids closed shut
How am I alive? Who, where, what
I am laying on the flowers from the before, covering me from the sun
“…so you are the sacred angel, you’re the one”
The voice, the girl who long awaits love
“Though you may be injured, you’re still a beautiful dove”
A kiss was given, her lips glistening with fortune
“It seems my love was hidden all this time, a small misfortune”
The flowers tickle my body as if they were healing me
“Do not feel angry or confused, instead feel glee”
As my body started to strengthen, that’s when I knew
Cupid walks right through
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