It's like that crappy song says,
'ooh heaven is a place on earth'.
that's so right.
It's in your arms
it's in your hair,
it's in the metal in your face
and it's in your heart.
And I can see myself
melting into a blissful goo of nirvana
in your arms.
We'd be both bawling our eyes out
finally knowing who we were put here to meet
I'd spend no more nights alone,
and in fact spend none alone now
because you've been ingrained on me
in my consciousness, heart and soul
and I'll never be without you.
There's some days when I still can't believe you said those words to me
the ones that everyone wants to hear, whether they admit it or not.
And there's days when I can't believe I had the courage to say them back.
And there's times when I think I don't mean as much to you
as you do to me
but that just can't be true,
because of the risks you took,
and the things you do
that are so sweet they'll rot your teeth from across town.
And there's times when the distance is just too much
and in the name of all things good, right and worthy
I feel like I'd prefer to die than suffer the injustices which our situation brings.
But like that even crappier song says
'my heart will go on'.
And while I live in your picture frame,
in your most important of books,
and with my hair under the touch of your fingers,
you will be with me
in every breath,
in every thought,
in every heartbeat
while I dream of candy canes, choo choo trains, and lots and lots of chocolate.
Back.
But I don't know why you'd want to go.
Back there? Naught but suffering.
In here? Naught but joy.
Read it again.