I own nothing. If I was Stephenie Meyer...what a joyous existence it would be. But alas... This is just something I've had floating in my head for awhile. Enjoy!
This angel, this barefoot wonder, with a smile like a sunrise, sets my heart on fire.
This angel, this barefoot wonder, with a smile like a sunrise, sets my heart on fire. We sit quietly on the sand, just content to be together. We watch in silence as the last streaks of orange and pink disappear and the stars begin to twinkle. My angel stands up, shoes in one hand, my own hand wrapped in the other. We retrace our steps back to the end of the beach where we came. As we take our first steps, my angel leans own and whispers in my ear:
"And so the lion fell in love with the lamb…"
I smile and answer him the way I always do:
"What a stupid lamb."
My angel leans down once again and kisses me before smiling my favorite crooked smile. "What a sick, masochistic lion," he replies against my lips before kissing me again.
Sorry about my other story guys. I have SEVERE writer's block. But, don't worry, my semester is over on the 28th of this month, so I can devote my whole summer to writing! HOORAY!!