AND IT WAS COLD...
A name slipped from a lover's lips,
and what beautiful name that is.
But it wasn't the one she owned,
a funny angel far from home.
Thinking how he smiled—
laughed with her
while she waits patiently
for his answer.
Love can throw the most cruel jokes
in the face of someone who hoped
that conversation wasn't real—
the angel's name in a film reel,
occupying her mind.
Oh, what could it mean?
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PETALS & THORNS
PoetryA collection of self-written poetry that summarizes the writer's month.
