My Angel

One day you'll meet her...she is my everything!I will know her till the sun shines no more.Her pale eyes scanned the drab room for some-thing to ignite a fanciful day dream.The class drawing out every bit of boredom to a new high. Oh, to be high, to be floating in reality above all the hopeless and helpless others stuck in this stale, florecently lit box.She taps her foot lightly to the melody playing in her head from this mornings radio tunes, as her mind turns over the countless stories and flashing pictures of old memories...some she wishes to forget and some she wishes to live again.Her breathing is low and quit..periodically she sighs,at the thought of the perfect love,one night stand, or long cuddle and sleeping peacefully in the arms of someone deeply cherished...nameless and faceless in her daydreams. This beautiful creature pulled for a world of paint and glitter, magic and fairytales,and dropped into the the stale, brass, and callous world of hypocrites and carelessness;she has to daydream or she would be lost in deep depression,already clouding most of her nights and days( and thoroughly irritating her.) She takes her pencil and taps it on the desk, making it known to everyone else she's heard this stupid speech before,and does not need to hear it again.So she begins to ignore the dictator in front of the class (who couldn't teach a dog to bark anyway.)and starts drawing her dreams...making them more tangible...easier to really feel and see.Her pictures and memories of the magic she once knew has begun to fog and this saddens her even more. As she draws she wonders what the hell people see in her that they constantly call beautiful...she can't see what they see, feel what they feel, comprehend it all. She's just ordinary..right? No,she's perfect, in a way almost divine.She radiates it whether she sees it or not.She holds a ray of innocence, a hidden purity brought out by her sparkling blue eyes...her eyes..so beautiful...so captivating, drowning you in loveliness, in hope, in sorrow, and pure beauty...and her smile, saving you with one innocent smirk. She seems to just say without words "everything will be okay." She rests her cheek on her hand and her eyelids begin to fall,they get heavier and heavier with each passing second of monotouse jabber. She crosses her legs and rests her other hand between her thighs then sleepily she runs her finger over the foe-wood pattern of the desk and begins to find pictures and funny shapes inside...scratches of some moron wanting everyone to know he was "here"..oh yeah great place to be. She continues to draw the endless flood of pictures that invade her mind,all of which are perfect and beautiful. She wishes you to think her the picture of a little devil, but her drawings give her away;not once has she drawn anything malicious, cruel, diseased, or deadly...they have been wistful,magical,and soft. She is the embodiment of an earthly angel, her milky white skin and rusty red hair the color of mars,and her blue eyes as deep and mysterious as the ocean.She calmly waits for the bell to ring and deliver her to a more inviting environment of her fashion class...somewhere where she can control the things around her, gliding over the other students,giving them much needed,creative advice.She quickly picks up her books..giving one last glare to the old fart picking threw his plants,and leaves the room.Haphazardly walking into tall freshmen, but still retaining the air of dignity she was born with that make them cringe to a more preferred cowring position. That's my Queen of hearts, that's my angel...That's my darling.this is dedicated to my loving friend <333Kris<333