Lips of an Angel

Honey why you calling me so late
It's kinda hard to talk right now
Honey why you crying is everything okay
I gotta whisper cause I can't be too loud
Well, my girl's in the next room
Sometimes I wish she was you
I guess we never really moved on
It's really good to hear your voice saying my name
It sounds so sweet
Coming from the lips of an angel
Hearing those words it makes me weak
And I never wanna say goodbye
But girl you make it hard to be faithful
With the lips of an angel
It's funny that you're calling me tonight
And yes I've dreamt of you too
And does he know you're talking to me
Will it start a fight
No I don't think she has a clue
Well my girl's in the next room
Sometimes I wish she was you
I guess we never really moved on
It's really good to hear your voice saying my name
It sounds so sweet
Coming from the lips of an angel
Hearing those words it makes me weak
And I never wanna say goodbye
But girl you make it hard to be faithful
With the lips of an angel
It's really good to hear your voice saying my name
It sounds so sweet
Coming from the lips of an angel
Hearing those words it makes me weak
And I never wanna say goodbye
But girl you make it hard to be faithful
With the lips of an angel
(And I never wanna say goodbye)
But girl you make it hard to be faithful
With the lips of an angel
Honey why you calling me so late



“Hello?” John whispered into the phone, blinking groggily at the bedside clock.

“John? It’s Ceri, can you talk?”

John glanced over his shoulder at his sleeping girlfriend, Michelle. “Yeah, hold on.” Careful not to wake her, he got out of bed and walked out of the room. “What’s wrong?” He demanded, not having missed the tears in her voice.

“I’m sorry John, I just had to talk to you.” Ceri said softly, sounding like she was trying to quit crying. “I had this dream about you and…”

John walked out onto the balcony, grateful for the cool night breeze. “Baby, you gotta stop crying.” He listened as Ceri sniffled for a minute. “Better?”

“Yeah. John, I shouldn’t have called, I’m sorry.”

“No, it’s okay. It’s good to hear your voice.” He confessed, gripping the porch railing.

“I woke up and had to… had to call. It’s silly, it’s all over a dream.” Ceri chuckled softly.

“Is Randy there?”

“He’s in bed, passed out. Do you…”

“Yeah, I dream about you from time to time.” He said, knowing what was on her mind. “Ceri, I don’t want Randy to wake up and hear you talking to me, he’ll get pissed.”

“He won’t woke up.” She assured him. “He had too much to drink. Is Michelle awake?”

John sighed into the phone, shutting his eyes as her voice washed over him. “No, she’s sleeping too.” For a moment he just wanted to tell her how much he missed her.

“Why aren’t we together John?” Ceri asked, apparently thinking the same thing.

“I don’t know honey.” John bit his lower lip, knowing one word would crash both their relationships.

Silence from her end.

John couldn’t say what she wouldn’t. They both knew it. Neither could say goodbye, their was too much between them for that.

Ceri inhaled shakily, staring at the lamp beside her. She knew she had to quit calling him, quit taking his calls. They were going to end up hurting to innocent people.

“Maybe we should just stop talking.” John suggested quietly.

Ceri closed her eyes, feeling a sharp pain stab at her heart. “If you think it’s best.” She whispered, blinking back tears.

“I don’t know what I think.” John said, sounding miserable. “Honey, I don’t know what to do. I can’t say goodbye too her but I can’t hurt Michelle either.”

“I know.” Ceri soothed, trying to ease his hurt. “I’ve got to go John, I think I just heard Randy.”

John stepped back inside the apartment, quietly sliding the heavy glass door behind him. “All right angel, listen…”

“I love you John, goodbye.” Ceri murmured, hanging up.

John stared at the phone, tossing it onto the couch. Slowly he walked back to the bedroom, leaning in the doorway to stare down at Michelle, the moonlight revealing a dreamy expression on her relaxed face. He closed his eyes, picturing Ceri in his mind and sighed softly, she made it hard to be faithful.

Michelle yawned, opening her eyes when John slipped under the sheet with her. “Everything all right?” She asked sleepily.

“Yeah, everything is fine.” He said, laying down, wrapping his arms around her when she snuggled against him, trying hard not to wish it was Ceri laying there.

“I love you.” Ceri’s voice echoed in his head.

He reached up to brush a finger along his damp eyes, it hurt to hear that coming from the lips of an angel.