I remember that song we sang on a mountain at 17, she held our hands high with hopes to fly take me down with gravity to fall but let me know when this is over we'll have seen it all keep our hands with heads and hold them high, love. chin up, chin up, keep high like that mountain so high touch our sky with me. I'll need your hands when mine are tired hold in breath let out fears let in hope seep out tears let me move you like tree tops sway in my wind chill to the bone give me your hand darling we're almost home.
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Poems I guess
PoetrySome poetry-ish things I've been working on, little writing pieces Idk just random things I feel like writing about.
