When you die, you’ll go to heaven.
You’ll meet her there,
you’ll meet her there.
When I die, I’ll go to heaven, too.
We’ll all meet there,
we’ll all meet there.
Who will you choose, my love:
me or her,
me or her?
I’m afraid of dying because you still care
for her,
for her.
9 Comments:
I wonder how many people go through this philosophical conversation. Lovely new look to your blog.
oh snap....nice twist to this...ugh....hard....nicely written though.the echo is nice...
Kikit...?
This was fantastic AGAIN!!!
Loved the philosophical dilemma.
Loved your 55.
Thanks for playing, and have a Kick Ass Week-End
Beautiful cadence and has me wondering if I'll be able to leave me insecurities earthbound when I go.
That's sad.
love the playfulness on this.
at times, it is fearful to think of death, or with whom we wish to be after our final time.
smiles.
Happy Weekend.
sad but beautiful.
Beautiful yet nerve wracking facts about death and heaven- meeting up. Well, that would be something all people should look forward to!
Nicely done. I like how the repetition makes it sound more sad.
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