in a crowded street, i search high and low.
looking for that someone, for my angel.
where has he run too? where has he hidden?
he is my angel, in a crowed of lost souls.
my angel is lost and i have to find him.
yet i fear that i may never find my angel.
i fear that someone has already stolen him away.
i stop searching...my heart is broken.
no longer can i look.
i am tierd of searching...
i must face the fact that my angels gone.
i hear a knock at the door.
as i open up, an angel smiles at me and hands me a small box.
i smile and nod.
the angel walks away and vanishes and im left with the box.
slowly opening up i find a locket.
opening up i find a picture of me and my angel.
the box falls and i run out of my home.
i continue my search.
my angels out there
and this time...
i wont give up!
 Crimson-Valkyrie · Wed Jul 19, 2006 @ 05:20am · 1 Comments |
