I usually spend hours and days
Trying to figure out something
That could have just taken
Me minutes to remember

See the message you convey
Is beyond what I thaught
This earth could offer.
"You are out of space"
Those are the words that I
Usually say when I'm staring at
Your picture,your beautiful face
Glowing out in the dark,locked up
In this four walled room,soul
Chattered and torn,hoping
That I could feel your presence
Next to me,longing to hear your
Voice,because everytime you open
Your mouth,I imagine of heaven,and it
Feels like I'm right next to God