I'd often dream of having a guardian angel
Some one to be there for me, to protect me
I'm my dreams she had a smile like the sunshine
A smile that broke through the clouds and sparkled upon the horizon.
She would never walk away as I reach my hand to her
She would whisper to me, so softly and I'd feel my heart beat faster
She would touch my cheek with the tips of her fingers
Her porcelain skin resting against mine
My angel was not only a dream, but a wish
A wish for a happiness that would only be filled by love,
Her love
She would hold me close in the cold
She would whisper to me again
Our breath mixing in the icy breeze
I'd often count the days of snow flakes
I'd watch them fall while I dreamed of her hand
Interwound in mine.
I longed for another body next to me
Cool skin held against warm
Her silky hair tangled in my fingers as I stair into the most intriguing blue eyes
It was something no one but me could witness
My angel
Perfection was the only word to describe her
Nothing about her had a fault
From her thin body to rose pink lips
I some times wondered what they would taste of
What would they be like, pressed to mine in a way only she could
We could stay together for hours
In each others arms
A thin embrace, softer than the silence surrounding us
But strong enough not to be broken
I'd brush my fingers along her lips and she would smile
I would feel myself been lulled to sleep by the soft motion and her mellow heart beat
A heart beat in time with my own
Something speaking over a thousand words
With nothing more than a gentle thump thump
My angel you are perfect
I cannot see anything more beautiful then you
My dreams are whole with you In them and as you whisper my name
I can feel myself falling into the safety of your arms
My angel you may not mean anything to others but to me
You are my whole world
And as we sit here sharing soft chaste kisses, I wonder,
My angel
Are you mine to keep?
Some one to be there for me, to protect me
I'm my dreams she had a smile like the sunshine
A smile that broke through the clouds and sparkled upon the horizon.
She would never walk away as I reach my hand to her
She would whisper to me, so softly and I'd feel my heart beat faster
She would touch my cheek with the tips of her fingers
Her porcelain skin resting against mine
My angel was not only a dream, but a wish
A wish for a happiness that would only be filled by love,
Her love
She would hold me close in the cold
She would whisper to me again
Our breath mixing in the icy breeze
I'd often count the days of snow flakes
I'd watch them fall while I dreamed of her hand
Interwound in mine.
I longed for another body next to me
Cool skin held against warm
Her silky hair tangled in my fingers as I stair into the most intriguing blue eyes
It was something no one but me could witness
My angel
Perfection was the only word to describe her
Nothing about her had a fault
From her thin body to rose pink lips
I some times wondered what they would taste of
What would they be like, pressed to mine in a way only she could
We could stay together for hours
In each others arms
A thin embrace, softer than the silence surrounding us
But strong enough not to be broken
I'd brush my fingers along her lips and she would smile
I would feel myself been lulled to sleep by the soft motion and her mellow heart beat
A heart beat in time with my own
Something speaking over a thousand words
With nothing more than a gentle thump thump
My angel you are perfect
I cannot see anything more beautiful then you
My dreams are whole with you In them and as you whisper my name
I can feel myself falling into the safety of your arms
My angel you may not mean anything to others but to me
You are my whole world
And as we sit here sharing soft chaste kisses, I wonder,
My angel
Are you mine to keep?
This is what it looked like when Danny was getting her earth lesson.
Temporary Home
For some people, this world is only a stopover. They arrive here to do some good while they can, but they know that this is still not their true home. They are angels who come to light up our lives with their luminescence and to teach us what they can before they have to move on. They flash in on golden wings, but it seems that they are gone before you can say “Thank you” or “I love you”. They leave softly, without fanfare. They kiss our brow as lightly as a heart’s whisper, and smile, blinding us with its brightness. When we blink, they are gone.
For some people, this world is only a stopover. They arrive here to do some good while they can, but they know that this is still not their true home. They are angels who come to light up our lives with their luminescence and to teach us what they can before they have to move on. They flash in on golden wings, but it seems that they are gone before you can say “Thank you” or “I love you”. They leave softly, without fanfare. They kiss our brow as lightly as a heart’s whisper, and smile, blinding us with its brightness. When we blink, they are gone.
January 15, 1815
Journal,
Its cold. My food is almost gone, I can’t feel my hands. I lost my hat; my ears are frozen. My sisters are dying. Sasha has pneumonia, and Nastea’s lost her coat and shoes. My hair is falling out. I look at the broken down train behind us. Tree’s sleep soundlessly on top of it. I sit at a tree trunk, with you on my lap, and a scrawny pencil in my hand. Nastea sits beside Sasha, feeding her berries and herbs. I hope things get better, Journal. I hope things get better.
Bye Journal,
Nadia
Journal,
Its cold. My food is almost gone, I can’t feel my hands. I lost my hat; my ears are frozen. My sisters are dying. Sasha has pneumonia, and Nastea’s lost her coat and shoes. My hair is falling out. I look at the broken down train behind us. Tree’s sleep soundlessly on top of it. I sit at a tree trunk, with you on my lap, and a scrawny pencil in my hand. Nastea sits beside Sasha, feeding her berries and herbs. I hope things get better, Journal. I hope things get better.
Bye Journal,
Nadia
