Heaven's p.o.v
You fade in and out of the beautiful scenery.
Bittersweet misery describes your early departure.
I miss your tender loving care.
I miss that stare you used to give me.
Who knew our fairytale story would have such a sad tragic ending?
Who knew I would have to live without you someday?
If I could, I would revive what has been proclaimed dead.
I will hold onto your memory until history says otherwise.
