Apr 2016

I know Heaven doesn't exist,
but tell me again and again
that we'll go to Heaven one day.

We'll climb the gold ladder,
higher and higher
leaving behind birds and clouds,
diving
into the nude skies.

By the stairs made of stars,
foreverbound, togetherbound,
we will get there, on time.

I know Heaven doesn't exist,
but I'd like you to promise me,
that we'll go to Heaven.
Please.  

Tell me again and again,
that we will make it to Heaven
one day.