I can't count the number of times I was ready to give up
But the thought of seeing you again
It brings me the hope I need
Because no matter where I am
As long as you're with me it's heaven
They can call the underworld hell
But if you're by my side
it's heaven
but when I'm not with you...
I could be crowded by friends and family
But it means nothing without you
Everywhere becomes hell
Even heaven
Heaven is wherever you are
and hell is everywhere else
And I need to see heaven again
The hope of seeing heaven
Is helping me through hell
YOU ARE READING
Love is strange
PoezjaWarning: My writing sucks. This is basically a book of poems. It's the way I see love. I currently do love someone. I won't say anything else other than that if you find this and figure out it's me, I do love you.
