This article is written by a student writer from the Her Campus at TAMU chapter.
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.