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Guardian Angel (BoowkWorm's Weekly Contest)

Guardian Angel (BoowkWorm's Weekly Contest)

The wind blows
and the heavens weep:

pitter patter

on the leaves,Β 
on the street.Β 

Hands hanging down
by your side,Β 
the way you've been
since I died.Β 

Solemnly you wait
in the rain,
and I wonder...
does it help with the pain?Β 

You step foward
but the lights still green.
I gaze into your eye
and see a familiar gleam.Β 

My hands reach out
but they go right through.
For a moment i forgot
I'm not still with you.Β 

Then I see the surprise in your eyes,
and the warmth of your skin
and for a mere second
I'm with you again.Β 

I take the small chance to kiss you and whisper:

I'm still with you.
I'm still here.
I'll be with you forever,Β 
year after year."

Your lips are as I remember,
soft and sweet,
now I seeΒ 
you've begun to weep.Β 

You turn around
and walk away,
I follow behind
and there I shall stay.Β 
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I may edit this later I'm not sure I'm completely content with it.Β 

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BookWorm

It's so sweet! I love it! But which one do you want to use for the Weekly Challenge?Β 

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Lily Cas

I think I'd like to use this one. It's more my usual style and I like it more and more every time I read it :)

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