minors

cut off at the wound
barely given a chance
jaged wounds on a gentle face
and its still so unreal
your just far away
where you were going to be
and its true
and i know your not coming home
and somedays its not ok
somedays i cry and feel alone
it wasnt supposed to be you
thats not how fairytales go
but ours was never written
it was just a mass of ideas
im still looking
to see you between the clouds
your laughter in the wind
for god hiding in the shadows
and the heartbreaking part is
none of its there
its still not making sense
why doesnt heaven have an age limit?