my own heaven.

I can sing in autumn rain

knowing this rain comes to cleanse our pain

and when dark shadows cast over my face

I'll remember to walk my own pace

people can't be forced into wanting me

because I know so well, they'll do what they please

so standing back is the very best option

because I'm quite sure I create my own heaven

when his efforts seem wilting

that's of his choosing 

I'm not an angel and neither is he

we're two individuals, living imperfectly

I'm fine alone, I was then, I am now

but his company seemed worth it, somehow

and that beauty we created in breaths between kisses

is something I am quite sure he misses