This is my longest poem by far at 422 lines so I am splitting it up into parts for you.
108. Angel’s wings
Part 1
Jonathan
So lonely, broken and lost
Ain’t got nothing towards my name but a bag of clothes, a knife and this loft
Working daily at the corner store
Been down all the roads before
And I burned all my bridges
I had dreams to be a major league star
Speeding I got into an accident that busted my knee, you should see my car
I had dreams to be an inventor but I flunked out of school
I did drugs, I thought I was cool
I learned my lesson
Laying in bed, now I make my confessions
As I sip on a bottle of vodka
Blinding lights lit up my midnight room
I thought I had died, I didn’t know what to do
Brilliant colors passed through my eyes
Hell, now I know I have died
The room has fallen dark again, what was that?
Trying to catch my breath, I lay flat
Cold sweat covering my body
Sitting up, dismissing it to be just a dream
getting up, I feel weak in the knees
and a marching band playing in my head
damn it hurts, maybe I’m better off dead
Walking to the end of the street
Going into the diner, I need to eat
Paying the bill, I am on my way
Stepping into the store, it’s just another work day
A beautiful young lady turns my head
Sparkling green eyes with a main of red
Her body is simple
And when she smiles, she has sexy dimples
If this is a dream, I don’t wanna wake
She looks at me with a wink and a smile
She disappears down one of the isles
Another customer gets my attention
Asking where the tissues are, its on the forth station
Internally freaking out, where’s that hottie
She has an amazing body
There she is, reappearing with a few items
Putting them on the counter and then
I ring them up, she passes me money
I can smell her perfume, an expensive honey
Handing her the change, our fingers touching
A sensual shock, I am blushing
Placing a tab of paper on the counter, she is gone
As soon as his shift was over, he stormed out the door
His heart was pounding, he could not ignore
He reached in his pocket and got the note
He could not believe what she had wrote
They never seen each other before
She wants to meet at the coffee shop at four
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