Heaven and hell
Aren't as far
As you are from me.
That's how I feel about us
When I haven't met you yet
And you're a mystery to a troubled mind.
A black hole is more unknown
Than you are to me
Because I haven't even seen your face.
Maybe if these dreams would be consistent
I'd think God was giving me a hint
But not even your haircolor is the same.
I want to believe that you are alive somewhere
Walking this earth, thinking of me
But my imagination ***** when it comes to you.
There's fear, hesitation, and anxious expectation
For the day I see you
I'm already suffering from your love's sickness.
If you are anything like what I want
I won't want that--
Only what God wants for me could be anything near perfect.
Jul 1, 2014
Jul 1, 2014 at 6:57 PM UTC
Heaven and hell
Aren't as far
As you are from me.
That's how I feel about us
When I haven't met you yet
And you're a mystery to a troubled mind.
A black hole is more unknown
Than you are to me
Because I haven't even seen your face.
Maybe if these dreams would be consistent
I'd think God was giving me a hint
But not even your haircolor is the same.
I want to believe that you are alive somewhere
Walking this earth, thinking of me
But my imagination ***** when it comes to you.
There's fear, hesitation, and anxious expectation
For the day I see you
I'm already suffering from your love's sickness.
If you are anything like what I want
I won't want that--
Only what God wants for me could be anything near perfect.
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