Hello to your mom's house.
Hello to my car.
Hello to my mom's house.
Then back to the car.
Hello to the pillows we sleep on that are borrowed.
And the different size blankets we wrap in our sorrow.
Hello to un-certainly and greetings to doubt.
Hello to the times where we want to pout.
We only welcome these true hard encounters because we know we're together wherever we conquer.
Although ahead might not seem certain. While holding your hand I will open that curtain.
I'll follow the girl who stole this here heart. And if one thing's for certain..till death do us part.
©triptucker
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