Letter to an Angel

Letter to an Angel

A Poem by UnderINK

Letting go.

You are the storm,
That came to me tonight.
I hate defeat
While standing strong,
But we all know you are right.

And Angel,
Each time you fall on me
You blanket me in grace.
But some things in fate
Cannot be changed,
For even the sweetest face.

Your eyes were like the sunlight
When everything was cold.
With hands that were the warmest
I've ever got to hold.
Your promises were the only ones
I've ever really believed.
You're the only person in the world
I've never wanted to leave.

The thing I'll miss most of all
Is your brilliant little smile.
It lit up the peaceful sky above
For at least a thousand miles.
And the gentle taste of sugar
Every time I kissed your lips,
Or the trembling of your fingers
When I stroked along the tips.

You can't be happy
If I only make you cry.
And so
I write this letter
To tell you my goodbye.

And Angel,
I love you dearly,
But I have to let you go.
And anywhere
You walk in life,
I hope you always know:

I'll never really leave you,
You know I wouldn't lie.
And even if you hate me now,
I'll be there when you die.
I'll be the loving stranger
In every single crowd.
I'll be the calming silence
When the world is far too loud.

I want to be your sanctum
When the waters sift below.
And all you want is to be held
And have some place to go.
Maybe you will come to me,
Or maybe you'll stay away.
But I will be right here for you
In case you do someday.

You'll find a place with someone
And shower them with your rain.
And you'll forget
The things I said
That caused you so much pain.

And Angel,
We tried so hard
Sorry it had to end.
And you know
How much I love you,
But I won't make you pretend.

© 2008 UnderINK

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Wow.... Such a wonderful write and your stucture is just fantastic wonderful wonderful job!


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