I still feel his lost touch,
years from now.
I’m no angel.
I said things before thinking.
Caught up in the moment,
in the excitement.
I’m no angel.
Yet I am an innocent,
within a virgin heart,
and an unsure stance.
I’m no angel.
Please understand.
I do feel the because
I’m no angel.
Please forgive me.
© Johanna Fugitt 2017