There are few tears when I cry, and as I grow older I realize that the many people that die everyday are going to a happier and more peaceful place.
A place filled with the young running around free while the elders watch after them.
Where God sits on his thrown and rules all of the Earth.
It starts with golden gates and the delicate voices of angels and it all ends with knowing your loved ones are watching over you, praying you live your life with happiness.
I know that they will be in a happier place up in the sky, a kingdom made of clouds.
A little place I like to call Heaven.
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Coming Clean
PoetryMy first poetry book. Most poems are deep in emotion with warmth and joy, and sometimes they are dark and brutal. That is exactly how you would describe my form of poetry. I love writing poetry because it helps me express myself and even get things...
