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She
She smiles, a warm smile
Her eyes shine
She sweetly pouts
And greets me with a hug
A warm snuggle
Longer that 9 seconds
A hug that is sincere
There are no sexual undertones
We sit across from each other
Conversation is natural
We joke and laugh in unison
Even when subjects turn darker
She listens intently and attentively
She hears my tails of woe
She shows kind empathy
She touches my arm
She gently stokes it
She holds my hands
She tells me everything
Will be alright
She says she will always be there
She softly caresses my cheeks
And puppy dog gazes into my eyes
She says “I love you,
I will always love you”
Slowly she starts to fade
In a warm mist she disappears
I sit alone, very, very alone
Sipping my vanilla latte
I tear up but being Glaswegian
I fight it like a mental case
I contemplate praying
For my angel
Praying for her return
Praying for her to stay
I contemplate suicide
I want to be with her
But I hear her voice
Softly saying please don’t
I stop praying pointlessly
and start wishing
that the this life
and the torture of loneliness
will end quickly
In reality I believe it won’t
Acceptance, being strong
Walk like a man
Man up, get a grip
They say
But what do they know
They talk a lot
But know very little
I ignore them with malice
I talk to no one
The world has failed me
I order another latte
It’s worth a shot
And wait for my angel
Her eyes shine
She sweetly pouts
And greets me with a hug
A warm snuggle
Longer that 9 seconds
A hug that is sincere
There are no sexual undertones
We sit across from each other
Conversation is natural
We joke and laugh in unison
Even when subjects turn darker
She listens intently and attentively
She hears my tails of woe
She shows kind empathy
She touches my arm
She gently stokes it
She holds my hands
She tells me everything
Will be alright
She says she will always be there
She softly caresses my cheeks
And puppy dog gazes into my eyes
She says “I love you,
I will always love you”
Slowly she starts to fade
In a warm mist she disappears
I sit alone, very, very alone
Sipping my vanilla latte
I tear up but being Glaswegian
I fight it like a mental case
I contemplate praying
For my angel
Praying for her return
Praying for her to stay
I contemplate suicide
I want to be with her
But I hear her voice
Softly saying please don’t
I stop praying pointlessly
and start wishing
that the this life
and the torture of loneliness
will end quickly
In reality I believe it won’t
Acceptance, being strong
Walk like a man
Man up, get a grip
They say
But what do they know
They talk a lot
But know very little
I ignore them with malice
I talk to no one
The world has failed me
I order another latte
It’s worth a shot
And wait for my angel
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