She was sitting in Front of a table Filled with , crumbled papers…. There was a paper with the heading , “in heaven” written on top of it…. She was thinking what It feels like to be in heaven, How will it fell? .. Her mind was filled in these Kind of questions , She had heard people Saying heaven was bright , Wonderful , full of light … But she wants to know How will it feel when She Is in heaven,,, She was thinking deeply With her eyes closed.. She didn’t realize a pair Of arms wrapped around Her from behind she was Feeling safe , secure , Full of life , in his , embrace in his arms ... She was feeling like She was in heaven… Suddenly she open her Eyes and now she knows … how heavens feel like She cut the heading “in heaven” and write “heaven in your arms”… AN:- ANOTHER TRY…TELL ME WHAT DO U GUYS THINK,,WHERE DO U THINK IS UR HEAVEN..MINE IN HIS ARMS….
What should i say maa ? How could i say thanks maa ! My thanks wouldn't seems enough, To describe you..... Things you did for us, Wouldn't i pay back, rest of my life. The one who hold me with care Whatever the pain is, She knows the cure. Your presence in my life Like a treasure full of secure. The simplicity to you. No whisper toword our cause. You look at us, Before you see yours. Proudly sacrifising the whole, To see us hearty soul. And goodness is that You ment to my life, and Forever i'm your..
You saw me, you knew me, you unravelled me You were the vessel that contained me
You let me rest, in a place built for me A place I had not known to exist in this universe It was called safe Existing in the quantum space, in the abyss Where you held my naked skin with your bare hands And it didn’t scar me You stripped away my shame, masked all my horrors And let me lay
We don’t live there anymore But you know I love to revisit it It was the only place that ever felt like home.
RGB colors mind scramble on your ceiling, like in our closest amusement park. Playing underneath it, unicorns and feelings, making flesh shapes in the dark of your room. Bioluminescent in its black sea, I can't swim good but I ride the waves you send me. You can't read but you're rather well read to me. Promises wont break, but please bend me over and over again. When did I become this sober again? You get me wanting to remodel the homes that belong to lonely songs only so that they can fit a king bed, extra cool on my side because you're a furnace that I huddle into and cherish earnestly. You let me ramble run-ons and babble or be still and mute, be it swimming in space or silently disputing but I can never stay quiet too long. I can't ever hide whats wrong to you. Or what's right, so I write to remind you how beloved this is, unparalleled to whats behind and how eager I am for what's ahead.