On top of the world
Wouldn't that be heaven?
the world being consumed of only woe
Except where the dark sanctuaries lie
And heaven being every soul's ideal playground
With white picket fences and apple tree swings
Where the little girls wear their big girl dresses
Wunning across the mist-covered Kingdom
In a place wwhere they wouldn't have to trip and cry
Where the grass isn't freen with envy, reaching for the scorching sun
But are the white clouds, curling around your toes
On top of the world
Wouldn't that be heaven?
The world shifting and coughing brown fumes
Except when the windows flood of the moonbeams onto the hard, dry floor
And heaven being every soul's mother's arms
With sunshine soaking warmth and moonlight as drinks to the knowledged
Where the little boys wear their daddy's hat
Still too big and sliding down their lavender eyes
In a place where they don't have to wait for daddy to come home
Where the beds aren't metal springs sandwiched between memory foam
But are the cloud hammocks facing the sunrise and never the sunset
On top of the world
Wouldn't that be heaven?
The world spluttering blood and tears
Except where the newborns dream
And heaven being every man's Juliet
With her eye discourses while she says nothing but bubbling sighs
Where I will have known where old men drink the moonlight
Lying on the satin clouds, listening to the bittersweet honey flowing to my ears
In a place where people don't have to hide and pretend
Where you're surrounded by love so bright that it's painted among the stars
Wouldnt that be heaven?
Surprisingly, I'm actually...quite satisfied with this...although, no rhyming or anything, but oh well, poems don't have to rhyme. ^^'' Funny, all this came from Emily's phone call on Friday about church and something about Kevin ge ge saying something about white picket fences at Korean BBQ...>w< -points to self- I'm a dorky! xP Dorky dork =3
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