Treasure Island

Nikki Addleton

(25/07/86 / county durham, united kingdom)

When We Meet Again


I miss you now your in a better place
I think of you everyday
I wear the locket you bought me
Keep it close to my heart
Hoping that you look down on me
That you are proud
I know you will think ive had a hard time
These past few months, im getting there Granda

When the heavenly gates open up to me
I want it to be only your eyes that i see
To see you standing there with a smile upon your face
Just like it was the last time i saw you

Opening your arms for that long hug
We have waitied patiently for
To be reunited with nana and share lots of stories
Is this what heaven is like?
Id like to think so
When we meet again

~nikki addleton~ 13/08/10

Submitted: Friday, August 13, 2010

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