She stands silently,
Beneath the shadows of nothingness.
I know where she is,
But I can't feel her presence.
These shadows are so dark,
Not only does it hide her face,
It hides the lines that define her,
And makes her who she is.
A noise surrounds her,
Like I wasn't suppose hear her breathing.
A quiet white noise,
And now another sense isn't allowed to sense her.
I don't know if she wants to speak,
If she has anything on her mind,
If she wants me to say anything,
Or if her emotions are showing.
The air in this world,
Has no inescapable scent to it.
If she was to smell of flowers,
I wouldn't know.
Every step I take towards her shadow,
It grows larger in the light.
The sun moves in behind her for every step,
As I ask her to move towards me.
And when I start to run,
You fly further and further away.
And you glide with such grace,
It's hard to believe that you are not an angel.
But she must be an angel,
An angel from somewhere,
Come to seduce my thoughts,
And become fixtures in myself.
An angel of such importance,
That I cannot turn away.
For if I did look in a different direction,
The sun would swing around to blind my eyes.
No shade can protect me from this bright light,
No glasses would touch my face without pain.
So my eyes are only for this beautiful angel,
And there is no dispute against this condition.
I only dream of the day,
Of when this angel will stop,
And allow me to take a glimpse of her,
Without the shade of the bright light.
And when that day comes,
I know I will preserve the moment in my memory,
For it may be my only chance for this,
But hopefully I will have her forever.
Beneath the shadows of nothingness.
I know where she is,
But I can't feel her presence.
These shadows are so dark,
Not only does it hide her face,
It hides the lines that define her,
And makes her who she is.
A noise surrounds her,
Like I wasn't suppose hear her breathing.
A quiet white noise,
And now another sense isn't allowed to sense her.
I don't know if she wants to speak,
If she has anything on her mind,
If she wants me to say anything,
Or if her emotions are showing.
The air in this world,
Has no inescapable scent to it.
If she was to smell of flowers,
I wouldn't know.
Every step I take towards her shadow,
It grows larger in the light.
The sun moves in behind her for every step,
As I ask her to move towards me.
And when I start to run,
You fly further and further away.
And you glide with such grace,
It's hard to believe that you are not an angel.
But she must be an angel,
An angel from somewhere,
Come to seduce my thoughts,
And become fixtures in myself.
An angel of such importance,
That I cannot turn away.
For if I did look in a different direction,
The sun would swing around to blind my eyes.
No shade can protect me from this bright light,
No glasses would touch my face without pain.
So my eyes are only for this beautiful angel,
And there is no dispute against this condition.
I only dream of the day,
Of when this angel will stop,
And allow me to take a glimpse of her,
Without the shade of the bright light.
And when that day comes,
I know I will preserve the moment in my memory,
For it may be my only chance for this,
But hopefully I will have her forever.
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