

Porch BenchYou used to sit beside me with your arm wrapped around my shoulder.. We used to sway back and forth on the bench so awkwardly placed on the porch. I remember the day we sat here, our eyes locked. Our hands clasped. Your voice was so calm, so flat. Mine was shaky, my eyes teary. I cried when you asked, and even more when I said yes.Porch Bench
We sat there, my arm wrapped around her warm shoulder.. We rocked on the squeeky bench that needed so desperately to be oiled. Back then, to that day we sat there together. Staring at eachother, holding each other. I was nervous


Above The SkyAbove the sky where legend says heaven lies is where we go when we're supposed to die. Is that the way the world was taught? Is that the way that we have all been lead to thought? A glorious place where anything goes. A place where all your desires are known. It is a place where every man would dream to go So why is it that death terrifies our soul?Above The Sky
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