you only need two things to kill hundreds of trees:
a wooded area that experienced a drought,
and a match.
you only need two things to kill me:
a cement heart,
and my trust.
I don't know which is worse, but maybe you can help me find out.
You've already accomplished one,
So go to California with a matchbox.
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song -- "Grapevine Fires," Death Cab for Cutie
YOU ARE READING
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...
