This article is written by a student writer from the Her Campus at TAMU chapter and does not reflect the views of Her Campus.
In the space between the land and the coast,
Where our hearts meet
and I love you the most.
Where pride finds will and then dissolves.
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Our souls, covered in brown,
With daily frames of Target runs.
Mist of the silence fills up the air
In a song I will never forget.
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And when my skin finds your hands
And, by your warmth, I am embraced,
Nothing else compares,
Not even the smell of that old pizza place.
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My heart I pour to you in scribbles-
Black and white, sometimes riddles.
But you paint my life in colors
With tints from the fall, spring, and summer.