Sometime I think that If I were to wake up, And there not be a single sign of your existence, If you were to completely vanish. It would make more sense, than it does now, There ever being someone like you.
It would make more sense if you were an angel sent down to me, Down from heaven, or what ever place better than this world. Sent down to make me a better person,like you do.
Make me happy,
Like you do.
Make me love you,
Like you do.
And to bring down the feeling of heaven when ever I am around you.
But every night I pray that this is not true,I pray that my angel will stay down here forever on earth with me, in the little heaven we make together, and to be here with me, every morning I wake up.
