Angelica
Her name is Angelica.
Shes me but she's not.
Wispy eyelashes.
Chocolate brown hair that curls up at the edges.
Smells of floral and Weeping Willow leaves.
The edges of her aura are faded like a dream.
And she lives within my mind.
Tucked safe between the seams.
She's got a certain something.
Something I've long forgotten.
Her voice is far away.
A few feet underwater.
Her eyes are never glossy.
And she's a better daughter.
Angelica, angel, how much i wish to be her.
Until then, i hope for when,
And behind my eyes i dream her.