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Angelic Figure

She came like a rushing storm

Leaving me breathless, brain trying to understand

In my simple thoughts she is an angel in human form

I can't get my head around it, was it chance or some how planned?


When she is not around I will gladly wait just to talk

I only hope that these are not just cruel dreams

Because in idle thought, she is there going for a walk

For the first time in my life, I hope all is really as it seems


Too scared to sleep in case she goes

Too afraid to wake up, what if she was never there?

My empty heart has started to fill and it shows

Every thought, every word gets laid out with care


Standing by a chasm preparing to jump, she was there pulling me back

Her presence has filled me with ease and I can finally rest

She made the wall I built around myself begin to crack

I only hope I can pass her final test


Falling is part of life, everyone needs someone to lift them up off the ground

I want to be there for her, but can I? Can I be her healing touch?

I need to scream at the world, yes I can! But am afraid of making a sound

At this point, if needed she can use me like a crutch


In times of boredom she is there to keep it at bay

I don't know what would have happened if I hadn't seen her face

When I am lost, she is there to lead my way

I don't know much but this I know, she is my saving grace


When she is hurting, that pain I will gladly take

When she is sad or depressed, I wish I was there to return the care she has shown

This story is just begun and is between her and I to make

But if done right, this could be the greatest story ever told.


©Josh West

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