A better place, they whisper
yet, its your arms i long to embrace.
they call it heaven,
a place above,
better than the earth we love.
if heavens better,
why does my heart ache for love i can't remake?
they say heavens a better place,
where pain will cease
but whats better than the warmth of home,
where love's release?
they speak of angels and endless skies,
yet i find my heaven in your familiar eyes.
no golden gates could ever replace the love i find in this sacred place.
I am great and tall,
bushy and fast,
orange with swirls of yellow and white.
I am a fox.
I run in the forest with my furry friends.
my tail bouncing,
you choose the coldest seat in the class
next to the tall pretty girl
with a gleaming smile and long, straight flowing hair.
taking one good look at her you already know her story.
new school means new friends
i think as a stare across the table at the same friends.
but something seems different.
we're missing someone,
or many someones.
or maybe even a part of ourselves.
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