PoeticNotes #1: Why Heaven

But the world isn't half as good a place
as heaven.

Souls sit writing sorrows down to the end
so to get only sober, none the merrier

You kill the time doing nothing-
time kills you while you wait

And it's bitter
but you can make me less tormented if you would

Voluntarily draw a curve on your face
to be my elixir.

So the world could be less a bitter place
while we're painting pictures

To bring home, hearts hope,
stay in bright lights, to heaven.