#YOWO What I want
I want the breeze in my hair
To look up and see the outstretched arms of the wood and oak
I want to see the little puffs of white outlining the sky
I want to look to my side a see pushing through the cracks
A stream of heavenly gold touching my skin
I want to be able to step through the gold and onto an oasis of blue
Crystal and sinking between my toes as the cold sweeps in around me
I want more than an oasis though but a get away
I want the company of amazing faces and never a goodbye
No tears, no drama and no regrets
But what I want is not what I need
I sit here awake in my dreams
And what I want is no were reachable from this point
Because what I want is a place far away
I live in the here and now
Breathing in every second
Because I want those around me to be in that place to
So come and have no fear
Because heaven is were we belong
And that is what I want
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