I watch you from afar,
envying your perfect world.
Such a beautiful person,
such a wonderful life.
You could never care for someone like me.
The more I watch, the better you become.
In my mind, you are perfect.
An Angel.
A Goddess.
I put you high upon a pedastool
and it grows taller day by day.
I am afraid to even talk to you.
How would I look from way up there?
Would you see me for who I am,
or just an ant upon the sand?
One day I take a chance and say hello.
We finally sit and talk.
You see who I am.
I learn who you are.
My angel has dreams.
My goddess has fears!
You are human after all.
The pedastool crumbles beneath you.
You are the fallen.
My fallen!
