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# angel for a day
- URL: https://raduhek.ro/angel-for-a-day/
- Published: 2020-02-10T04:12:00.000Z
- Updated: 2026-09-01T09:13:28.000Z
- Author: Radu Cruceru
- Tags: poetry

While I sat in this old chair  
These odd thoughts have crossed my mind.  
Have I chosen the right pair?  
Is it love really that blind?  
Is it how they say it is?  
Is it awkward while it's fun?  
It's the synonim of bliss?  
Does it rise before the sun?  
  
It was fun for like an year  
'till i fucked it up big time.  
Suddenly everything's clear  
I will never have her mine.  
We will always be apart  
I will never smell her hair.  
I had nothing I could start  
While i sat in this old chair.  
  
What she thinks about red roses?  
What's her favorite cartoon?  
Does she even like old movies?  
Does she want to have the Moon?  
Does she want to be a mother?  
Can I really stitch this bind?  
You might wonder why I wonder  
These odd thoughts have crossed my mind.  
  
She already has a boyfriend.  
I don't even know his name.  
Why should I go there and pretend  
She's the one for which i came?  
I'd be foolish now to trash  
The fact that I do not care,  
But she made this huge slash.  
Have I chosen the right pair?  
  
Many say it goes like this.  
Many say that it feels strange.  
It's something you don't want to miss,  
It goes way beyond your range.  
It's a face that wears a mask  
It's something one of a kind  
You don't know it so you ask  
Is it love really that blind?  
  
Many felt it on their own  
Many took it far away  
But it's something so unknown  
You must learn it on your way.  
You are your own little mentor  
But you'll never know what's this.  
Now I ask the Love inventor  
Is it how they say it is?  
  
I have played so many games  
Since I was like five years old  
I've been burned by many flames  
But they had always been cold.  
Nothing warmed me like this did  
Not even the hottest nun.  
Have you found something that  
Is it awkward while it's fun?  
  
Many words are to describe it  
Many words to call it like  
If it moves you just a bit  
It's the same old fucking strike.  
If you're hit you will be leaving  
And you'll have it all to miss  
Even you will say that dreaming  
It's the synonim of bliss.  
  
I would like to have her close  
To smell her hair, to smell her skin.  
She would daily find a rose  
I'll take her where she's never been.  
I'll be gentle, she'll be dove  
We now are two, we will be one  
And she will ask me about love  
Does it rise before the sun?  
  
Does it rise before the sun?  
It's the synonim of bliss?  
Is it awkward while it's fun?  
Is it how they say it is?  
Is it love really that blind?  
Have i chosen the right pair?  
These odd thought have crossed my mind,  
While i sat in this old chair.