Death loses its meaning, and with it, life void of you
As your presence first entered my story.
Now how can I not be feeling in the blue
To know you exist, in all that heavenly glory,
Yet never have I felt your thunder.
Do you even feel the same about me? I begin to wonder..
Mar 17, 2016
Mar 17, 2016 at 11:01 AM UTC
Death loses its meaning, and with it, life void of you
As your presence first entered my story.
Now how can I not be feeling in the blue
To know you exist, in all that heavenly glory,
Yet never have I felt your thunder.
Do you even feel the same about me? I begin to wonder..