where the brick meets the stone,
that's where my heart meets yours.
when the welcoming red
turns to ice cold grey
and the green grass
to dark cement
that's where my home
collides with yours
our lives woven together
a fence the only separation.
I go to your football games,
you come to my masses
because where the wolf splashes in the wave,
is where you and me will fall together.
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song -- "Stay Young, Go Dancing," Death Cab for Cutie
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My View from the Mount
PoetryA really close friend (she's the older sister I never had) once told me that I don't need to be established to consider myself a writer. So here I am. I'm a writer, but I'm not a professional. I'm just a girl with a pen who speaks through a notebook...
