Poem 1: If heaven was complete
If heaven is as good as they say,
It would be like my homeland,
Mostly covered in white and happiness,
Like the holiday seasons,
Lit up and bright.
Sounds kind of like you,
Pinkish in your face,
Loud sound waves projecting from your throat that cries for attention.
Making the land notice your appearance like your hair that resembles white purity,
Teeth that expels happiness from the soul that hides between your organs,
My own organ that beats a drum, can only beat your tune that hasn't been forgotten.
On earth everyone else may forget, but I'll remember.
The day I lie in heaven and see your face is the day I find eternal bliss,
heaven wouldn't be complete,
because I know there,
you'll be missed.