Heaven may never come soon enough
It solely arrives when all is wrought
The closer we are the farther it feels
Chasing away in barren fields
Once again alone I lay
You're far away to my dismay
Every thought a silent prayer
Our hearts connect layer by layer
The taste of vine
The feeling of ***
Our eyes shine
And one we become
My thoughts your prayers
As yours are mine
Evermore our souls aline
Apr 3, 2014
Apr 3, 2014 at 10:04 PM UTC