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Memory of an Angel

 Remember when we used to have fun,

Running towards the sun.

Flying around in the sky to touch that sunlight,

Does it matter to be so bright?


The moment when I fell you didn’t know what to do,

You were not the only one to feel that sadness through.

To believe of what could have been,

Understand that there is more to be seen.


You held onto my hand,

Saying that ‘this will never happen again’.

Can you only trust those simple small words?

No matter how many times it was with a sword.


Or worse when you took that all on your own,

Bitter and cold like a stone.

When the world grows cold and shadowed,

Reflects what everyone ends up to be windowed.


Pain is not just a feeling,

Is it something worth stealing?

The difference of healing,

It questions whether it is concealing or revealing.


I want to be your shield to the sword,

To protect what your life has been like,

Let us dance on the land of the lord,

No matter about each strike.


When everything is spinning,

You and I can show a smile,

To touch every once in a while.

The sound of laughter,

Should never be a whisper.


No matter who you are we should be with each other,

A place of us and what we discover.


You are more than just a memory,

Not even a century,

Something better than the past,

One moment is all I ever asked.

Hand to hand when we touch can you feel how much I say can be true?

Beyond to be black and blue.

Maybe if you see through my eyes you know it,

Commit or quit?


The answer is best to be mysterious,

That is better than being oblivious.


I await when your journey ends,

After all you are more than a friend,

There is no need to pretend,

Is it worth it to defend?

Or until we ascend?


A dying kiss is not just the end,

A memory to transcend.


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