I watched you in the sunlight
standing over me.
In that one instant
you didn’t seem to belong;
out of place;
out of synch;
as if the sun had dropped you
upon this earth.
Pale hair, golden skin,
tawny golden eyes,
and then you opened your mouth
to taunt me
and I realized,
how mistaken I was.
I wished you were an angel,
but anyone can wear a halo
when walking between
the earth and the sun.
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writingthentonow 
Beautiful post. Loved this bit:
” I wished you were an angel,
but anyone can wear a halo
when walking between
the earth and the sun.”
Really struck a chord with me. Thanks for sharing
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I still remember how that crush of mine crushed me as a teenager. He was a beautiful boy, but not so nice.
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And to think that that experience lender itself so beautifully to poetry. There’s always that one that makes you think about things, sometimes even change you.
Be well 🙂
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