First the waves of your beauty try to kill me than..
you your gentle kiss hit my lips
your fingers threw my hair
your heart pounding hard enough to start a shooting star
your love resting in my heart
my love for you floating in your mind
thoughts of what we could be
sitting on the moon waiting for you
holding on to the idea of us
you've past up to the next person,
though I'm still waiting
waiting for you to remember the moment,
the Angel you used to be.
