Airplanes and Angel WIngs

  I hate that your eyes were the color of the sky

maybe if they hadn't been, Id still be able to watch the clouds drift by.

I hate the stolen kisses in the rain

because now Summer storms bring me pain.

I hate the ocean, so deep and blue

that's where I first met you.

I hate these sleepless nights

they're no longer because we had a fight.

I hate the wind when it talks

it reminds me of us  getting caught.

I hate the fact that youre floating somewhere up above

and im stuck down here, with all of this love.

 

    But I wont cry

 I know it was your dream fly.

Maybe you had something different in mind

an airplane or something to send you back in time.

 

 

  God had other plans

youre no longer here to hold my hand.

Ive asked so many questions

but ive had no replies.

Im lost and confused

what do you do when your best friend dies?

 

 

 

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