she's an angel.
no really, straight from heaven.
might as well be with the grace and sweetness she brings into the room
like a new light first being turned on
when you pop the ice out of its mold
watching your coffee by crafted gently and carefully
she's like that, but better.
and she's kind? and she's smart?
and she's everything, i wanna be?
she's a temple, a jewel
she's gold rivers and shimmery waves
she's sunkisses and lemonade
but also snowflakes and pink mittens
if she wanted to she could be amber leaves and maple syrup
if she wasn't already purple tulips and white bunnies
she's all the seasons, at their perfect temperature
should i say something?
no.
maybe?
does anybody think like i do?
does anybody see beauty so deeply
like i do?
am i different?
why did i have to be different
i wanna be an angel too
straight out of heaven.
- k
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