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Life..
Life is short, my son.
Too short.
You're here one day,
Gone the next. And before you know it,
you're in heaven, so they say.
Does heaven exist.. I don't know..
It's just a fairytale to me.
Too late to dream son, for this isn't a dream.
This is real.
And soon, my son,
you will be dreaming,
and living, on clouds of white and goldden colours,
so they say.
A paradise, where everything is possible,
and all your imaginings come to life.
It would be nice to visit you there,
since you've already been there before me.
It was the cancer, that took you from me.
Sure, I cried. Cried a lot these past few weeks.
It's been hard. But I'll be fine,
Cause I know you're safe now.
Now, no one can hurt you cause you're 'different.'
Son, you were never different.
You were my son, and you were beautiful.
Because of that beauty, and because of your 'difference'
you were hard to get a hold of.
I'm sorry for that.
But I'll be seeing you soon, my son.
And when I visit you in that paradise,
I'll be sure to find you, and give you a hug,
for old times sake.
Be seeing you soon, son.
Have fun, okay.
~Dad~
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Not too sure why I wrote this, but I did. I was listening to: Michael W Smith: Hello, Goodbye while writing it. It's a good song I like. Anyway, I hope you all like the poem.^^
~Josh~
21.
Love who you want to.
~Josh~
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