A Place Called Heaven

by Emilia   Jan 3, 2005


The name is heaven and I've never been there
When I look at the stars on the sky I wish you were here

Now you living in another world and I can only say
Come back this world is so wonderful
Come back this world is so beautiful
Please come back to me

It all happened so fast
I cried, when I heard about the car crash

Why?
You and I were meant to be

I Held your hand so tight I looked out trough the window,
It was night

The tears streaming from my eyes
as your skin turning pale as snow

White as snow on a winters day
my smile slowly fade away

They told me "it's his time soon"
And I didn't know what to do

I just cried and said I love you
and that you're going to make it trough
But you know I lied to you

Now you live in another world far from here
And I think it's the place called heaven

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  • 18 years ago

    by Robert

    First of all I think mend was suppose to be meant. Ithink I commented on it before and the snow this was abit too redundant for me it just seem to linger on the that thought halted any flow it had. A bit of revision and this would be a very good poem...

  • 18 years ago

    by Robert

    This was an ok poem the rythming was abit off and you need to revise a few words but the message was heart felt it just needs abit more work good try...

  • 19 years ago

    by Jason Meres

    One small thing..."You and I were mend to be" I assume you mean "meant"? Other than that I liked it very much, your expression is excellent in all of your work.

  • 19 years ago

    by metuka

    It's a good poem. Really touching...
    So sad... I liked it!

  • 19 years ago

    by Shædow Poet

    "White as snow on a winter day
    my smile slowly fade away"
    Those were two very powerful lines; nice simile "white as snow on a winter day" ... but could it be 'winters'? I'm not quite sure...
    But nice poem, I liked the non-structure sense it has; it seems like it's been written without thought; it seems to have not been forced.
    Well done!

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