it wasn't the sound of thunder
sweet music
accompanied by the crack
and the light of the blue jeans
piercing not just my eyes
through my skin into the soul
that's when i realised i was bound to be yours
my angel in blue jeans
that angelic smile
totally rocked the earth i stood on
i would have collapsed
just for you to raise me
lift me up...
my angel in blue jeans
it wasn't dark
your face lite my path
my angel..
in blue jeans
not tight just fit
your manicured nails pointed
deep into my tormented soul
you're my redemption
one i sought
in my pace of worship
my angel..
sent in blue jeans
@patrixpoetry
