Grab a blanket,
Take my hand.
We summit the hill behind my house,
Talking and giggling.
The crickets chirp out their surprise
As we stare at the sky
And share our secrets
With each other and the night.
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Survive: Collected Poems
Poetry~WATTY'S 2019~ ~NOTICE~ AS OF 2/3/19, THIS COLLECTION HAS TOO MANY PARTS! READ VOLUME 2, THRIVE, OUT TODAY! On the pain, love, and passion that makes me human. Potential swearing, mentions of suicide, self harm, depression, rape, etc.
