Heaven is a place to you,
Heaven is a feeling for me.
Heaven isn't about good,
Heaven isn't about evil.
Heaven isn't what you think it is;
Heaven can make you beg to leave,
Heaven is very patient still.
Heaven gets its name from our wildest dreams,
Heaven is a trance, may or may not be real;
Heaven isn't where you are now,
Heaven is, however, where you want to be.
Heaven I thought would make you call-
For your angels to take you where you belong;
Heaven I realized isn't anything,
Except the want for your downfall.
Heaven can be a loud drastic rhythm,
Heaven can be a quiet, mellifluous tune.
Heaven can be sorrowful,
Heaven can be beautiful.
Heaven can be filled with joy,
Heaven can leave your life in ruins.
Heaven, let us not beg for it;
Heaven will come smiling to you
When you shall lose it all and least expect it to.
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𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 (𝑷𝒐𝒆𝒕𝒓𝒚)
Poetry"𝘐 𝘴𝘱𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘦𝘺𝘦 ; 𝘛𝘪𝘯𝘺 𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘭𝘺 ; 𝘈 𝘱𝘦𝘣𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘦 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘑𝘶𝘭𝘺"