I'd like to think you're dancing in Heaven With the Angels spraying you dollars as you sing heavenly songs of praise to the Father Happy Birthday my lover. Always and forever, Your baby.
It’s been two years
Yet I forget how to breathe - sometimes
Everyday is a reminder of how I failed you
On the day you needed me the most.
Ayonge, I will have to live with this burden
all the days of my life
but I'm not complaining
I just hope I am forgiven.
The doctor gave me stronger puffers today He says that there's still a strain in my chest That strain is from missing you, my love missing the sounds of your laughter. Those random breathless moments are from missing your heartwarming hugs the sporadic moments of pain - a way of letting me know it never fully healed The doctor gave me steroids he doesn't know that all my heart needs is you.