Like a Good DreamA Poem by SLOVAOne lover who is spiritual believing they will arise to Heaven but their lover is skeptical of whether or not the afterlife exists.
You can tell my baby
that I'm coming down the hall Packed and scripted lately I want to see it all Got my sneakers tied over my shoulder I'm coming at the call My baby thinks it's over But I can see it all They've got bottles in the air And feathers everywhere I'm barefoot at the doorway I'm six feet under the surface And I'm having me a ball I wish that you could see it One day, you and me could have it all I wish that you'd believe this One day, you and me could have it all I'm six feet under the surface And I'm having me a ball
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Added on September 14, 2015Last Updated on September 14, 2015 Tags: relationship, religion, spirituality |