I wish I knew.
I wish I knew,
the distance from me to you,
Heaven, how great could the distance truly be?
Perhaps,
are you sitting right next to me,
a heart en face, but invisible to my mortal eye?
I believed you to be a necessity,
my heart, my secrets,
kept under lock and key,
taken for granted,
sickness doesn't mean death.
I am sick too,
does that mean I can join you?
My only dilemma is my promise to you,
how hard the battle is sometimes,
but I will stay here,
and pray you are waiting for me somewhere.
Sep 2, 2011
Sep 2, 2011 at 12:13 AM UTC
I wish I knew.
I wish I knew,
the distance from me to you,
Heaven, how great could the distance truly be?
Perhaps,
are you sitting right next to me,
a heart en face, but invisible to my mortal eye?
I believed you to be a necessity,
my heart, my secrets,
kept under lock and key,
taken for granted,
sickness doesn't mean death.
I am sick too,
does that mean I can join you?
My only dilemma is my promise to you,
how hard the battle is sometimes,
but I will stay here,
and pray you are waiting for me somewhere.
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