the one with angel wings

To my lovely friend, Alanna Gonzalez. You might find it strange that I look up to you so much. I don't find it strange. When an angel appears, where else would she be but up in the light? You give me sight into what it means to truly feel loved in a friendship, instead of just chasing after spirits whose love could be seen but never felt by me. I used your name in class this week. The question was "Cómo es tu mejor amiga?" I said "Alanna es muy bonita y amable! Ella es una reina, con un corazón bueno." But, you may never know what you are to me, perhaps the way an angel might forget they have wings. 

This poem is for you, Alannita:

The girl who didn't make me say anything is the one with angel wings

She is the girl with the pink shirt who I wanted to look like 

someday

She is the girl whose pretty face I knew I'd miss after every May

And not once did she ever make me say a thing

And not once did I ever doubt she has angel wings

She is the girl who I cried for all through the winter

She is the girl who makes me miserable because we never see 

each other

And not once did she ever make me say a thing

And not once did I ever doubt she has angel wings

She was the girl who to I was afraid say how much I've fallen apart

But I guess I forgot how much her love pours out her porcelain

heart

And not once did she ever make me say a thing

And not once did I ever doubt she has angel wings

The one who you knew you'd see every single day

The one whose laugh you struggled to remember after every

May

The one who didn't make you say anything is the one with angel

wings