I can hear the angels singing above the clouds,
It's a minor falsetto, but it's oh so loud.
Just like the waves crashing in my head,
They replace my optimism with horrific dread.
I want to feel peace with my soul,
I'm sick of the conflict, it's growing old.
I can see the sun peeking from behind the clouds,
It's so beautiful, I can hear the angels again, and that wonderful sound,
But, now, as the lyrics bounce around in my head,
There's a whisper, I can hear all the good things being said.
You've offered me hope,
When I felt like everybody was laughing, at this life of mine I always thought was a joke.
You offered me solace,
When I feared that what I loved to do, was no longer fit for practice.
Who you are is who I want as mine,
Your star, is my favorite part of the sky.
Heaven is a place with you, wherever that may be,
I promise you, my feelings are pure, you fit me perfectly.
You are a god and a goddess, all mixed as one,
You have no idea how much I love it, a sophisticated kind of fun.
I love you and everything you gave to me,
I can't remember the last time I was this happy.
If I know one thing that is true,
Heaven will always be a place with you,
Heaven is a place with you.
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Coming of Age
Poetry"Red fades into an intensity I once felt, Orange starts to appear, a magenta sunset. There's white and some silver shining on my skin, A wonderful twist of fate, a victorious win". A poetry collection all about growing up, change, happiness and l...
