It fits her well, 4 she is not frome hell, She's from heaven, An Angel sent from God. She walks in the room, I turn and look as she walks on air, I wait 4 her 2 even glance towards my directions. It would be a dream 2 have her talk 2 me. As she leaves the room, i pray 2 the lord above, 2 have her say one Good-bye 4 me. My wish falls on def ears, She doesn't even wave Good-Bye I will treat her as though she were gold, My heaven is not complete without an Angel, She is that one Angel, If only she would notice me. Now my only wish is 2 have her escape my thoughts, She is constantly in my head, She is like a bad song that gets stuck in ur mind, except there's nothing bad about her. I keep my hopes up by thinking that maybe she will become part of my heaven, My heaven that I call my life.
Reason for writing:
Angelique, she is a girl that I work with and we call her Angel
Birth sign: Aquarius
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