heaven

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maybe heaven isn't a place at all,
but a feeling or a look.

maybe it's the way she smiled,
breathless and toothy from the love filled way you gazed at her.

maybe it's the way he shied away from your look,
embarrassed and flustered at the way you called him cute.

or maybe it's the way you held my hand,
with a grip so tight and desperate i couldn't look away.

maybe it's the way we live and love,
with all the brightness that we can possibly grasp.

i don't know if we go to heaven and hell when we die,
but i do know i'm happy not knowing.

if that means keeping my little piece of heaven,
right here on this earth.

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